Satoru was a well known actor in the industry.

Currently, he’s shooting for a romance film—only meaning that there were inevitably intimate scenes. It so terribly occurred that a kissing scene was a part of the script, too. Once it was time to shoot it, you just so happened to have arrived on set to watch him, as you so would.

You’d immediately walked out, jealousy crawling upon you. You had gone straight home after that, not even having the energy to answer his calls.

It was true that you did promise him that you’d show up on set today—and you did. The only thing was you didn’t stay as long as he anticipated you would have. Hell, he didn’t even notice you’d gone at all after leaving so suddenly.

As soon as he got home that evening, he’d immediately come running into your arms after having spotted you making yourself dinner. He’d hugged you from behind, burying his face on the blades of your shoulders.

He didn’t know why you were acting like this. He had his suspicions that it was perhaps about earlier, but how could he have been so sure.

Satoru attempts at calling your name once, twice, and even thrice. Though, to no avail, you respond to none of them—completely stuck on what you were doing at the moment. He coddles you like a child, his voice almost pleading in a way.

“Heyyy…I know you’re ignoring me. Why? Pretty please tell me what's wrong? I'll make it up to youuuu."