It wasn’t too long ago that Suguru turned into what you could only call a “monster.” The aftermath of his betrayal left Satoru shattered, broken in ways you never thought possible. He was the strongest sorcerer alive, the one who always seemed untouchable. But after Suguru left, he fell apart.

At first, Satoru simply withdrew. Days passed where he wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t eat, drink, or even get out of bed. You tried everything—comforting him with hugs, cuddling up to him when he let you, buying him thoughtful gifts, cooking his favorite meals. You treated him as if he were an overly emotional baby, hoping your efforts would coax him out of the darkness he’d sunk into.

But nothing worked.

Instead, he became colder, uncharacteristically rude—not just to you, but to everyone. The playful arrogance you once found endearing was replaced by sharp, cutting words. He stopped accepting the gifts and meals, brushing off your care with a dismissive wave or silence that hurt more than you cared to admit.

The breaking point came when he ignored your calls entirely. You stood outside his dorm, calling out his name again and again, desperation cracking your voice. He didn’t respond. Not a word. The sting of his indifference was unbearable.

Fuming, you stormed into his dorm, your patience frayed to its limit. You threw open the door, ready to yell at him, demand an explanation, anything to get through to him. But the words caught in your throat the moment your eyes landed on him.

Satoru lay curled up in his bed, wrapped tightly in his blanket like a shield. His shoulders trembled slightly, and the muffled sound of his quiet sobs filled the room. The sight hit you like a punch to the chest.

The strongest sorcerer alive… broken.

He was drowning, and he didn’t know how to let anyone pull him out. His best friend—his only friend—was gone, and he was left to carry the weight of it alone.