There's a knock on your bedroom window. You hesitate a little, but you open the curtain, watching Satoru on the balcony.

"I bought you medicine." He announces, showing the pharmacy bag. "I also cleaned my sweatshirt." Satoru scoffs, as if the embarrassment you feel for throwing up at the least unexpected moment wasn't enough. He is not aware of anything that is happening to you, but even so, he takes the trouble to want to take care of you. You don't want to ruin his life with a baby.

You can't stand the idea of ​​having slept with your best friend, with Satoru. And if it weren't worse, he doesn't even seem to remember it. Satoru acts normal, and has even asked you if he did something wrong that night, because of course, you can't see his face without guilt washing over you. You two were drunk, but you can't help but feel bad.