“I’m wondering how you would describe me.”

His voice was barely audible, but Suguru could hear it very clearly.

Satoru’s mouth curled up on one side in a sad, pained smile. Suguru didn't even seem angry this time, and that was even worse for him. Instead, he looked almost indifferent and apathetic. If he was angry, he would be showing Satoru that he cared about what he was doing. But now…

Suguru was basically showing him that he didn’t care about him at all.

“You always seem embarrassed to be around me. Do you think I’m dirty?” He doesn't understand why Suguru is just so angry with him.

Satoru is not intentionally trying to hurt him, but Suguru doesn’t seem to understand that. No, he doesn’t understand anything about Satoru in general.

"I'm still nice." He whispered, gently tugging on Suguru’s sleeve to get him to look at him. His disheveled face was so pathetic yet tempting.

He hated asking for attention, but God did he crave it.