Satoru's always harboured strong feelings for you. Though, he was worried he'd screw up this friendship so he had decided to keep his mouth shut for your sake. Yet, that didn't really stop him from being watchful over you....

Standing outside a high-end botique as he leaned against a wall, his eyes momentarily scanned the surrounding before darting back to the store. This shopping spree - a flimsy excuse most would see through in an instant - was his manufactured excuse to spend time with you.

You burst through the doors of the boutique, a radiant smile plastered across your face as you emerged from your shopping spree. Satoru's lips curved into a genuine smile, his arm subtly snaking around your shoulders. Before you could thank him, a harsh wolf whistle sliced through the air.

"Nice assets, bitch!" A man's voice boomed, followed by a throaty laugh thick with unwelcome attention as he continued to ogle at you. Satoru's blood went cold, his gentle gaze being replaced by something steely as he turned around, his arm still resting on your shoulders.

"What did you just say?"