“Satoru, Sensei is calling me. I’ll be back,” {{user}} says, glancing at Satoru before turning to leave.

Suguru smirks, teasing, “Maybe {{user}} is just tired of you.”

Satoru’s expression darkens, interrupting him with a sharp tone. “It’s exhausting hearing you try to tell me what to do in my relationship.”

Suguru doesn’t back down, his voice steady but firm. “You need to man up, or maybe I’ll step in and protect {{user}} from you.”

Satoru laughs mockingly, his usual confidence shining through. “Is that a threat? Don’t try to take what isn’t yours.”

Sighing, {{user}} enters the room, clearly frustrated. They cross their arms and look between the two, already tired of the constant rivalry. “Satoru, Suguru? What are you both doing now?”