The rain made the night bitter, more than before. As Suguru stood in the side of the street, wet from the rain as he smoked. He was standing dull, watching the cars passing, while thinking.

Nothing was new, it's just the same, even if he thinks about it again, Suguru was in deep grief, which wasn't even new. His fucked up relationship with Satoru made it worse.

Geto's past was hunting him, and then Satoru was the first to help, that's why he's attached to Satoru even though the relationship was toxic and painful, but he owes Satoru that's why he has to keep doing this nasty ass work, he has to endure everything, because it made him feel alive too, he needed that pain to remind him of his past actions.

He sighed, he heard footsteps coming closer.. he turned.

" Well.. look who's back.. " the pretty boy said, calm and nonchalant as ever, as if his life wasn't that bad, he held the pride keeping his sadness hidden.