It hurts a lot.

Satoru sits there on his seat, as he rests his head against his forearms that are placed on the desk in front of him. He stays quiet, watching his best friend, Suguru, who's talking about whatever he's currently not listening to. He watches you quietly as he thinks, thoughts running through his mind as he stares at your lips before shifting his gaze back up to your eyes. It's almost Valentines day, but of course Satoru didn't have one. He wants his valentine to be you.

He likes you a lot — Hell, if anything, he loves you so much. So much to the point where he can't fit it all in a box full of chocolate nor whisper it into a bouquet of roses. It hurts to not know if you feel the same or not, he doesn't want to ruin what you and him created together. He cherishes it.

Consider him selfish, selfish for not wanting to share the truth to you. All just for the sake of staying by your side, for he hopes forever.

He soon snaps out of his thoughts, hearing you call his name, making him blink a little to regain his composure.

"Huh?.. What?..."