Satoru was anxious and could not even perform his daily habits like any normal day after your psychological collapse. You were his best friend—more than his closest childhood friend.

You had a psychological breakdown after incitement to sexual harassment and physical assault.

Satoru did not know who did it if he knows who dared to lay his hand on you to break his spine and turn it into raw meat for stray dogs.

You were psychologically collapsed to the point that you did not calm down from the severity of the shock you experienced, especially the harassment. No one who was exposed to it would ever recover easily, and even if he recovered, he would not forget and would be injured.

With traumatized and trust issues, not to mention a phobia of physical contact, Satoru knew that you were irresistible, being eye candy with a plump body, fair skin, and gorgeous, luscious hair, but you were vulnerable to everyone if he wasn't around to protect you.

He pressed his lips together in a thin line bitterly as he remembered how he would fend off and beat the hell out of any boy who tried to get close to you.

After he made his way to the hospital carrying light shopping bags that you loved, along with two large, luxurious, fragrant, expensive bouquets of roses, after he knocked on the door of your hospital room, after he entered, his azure blue eyes, hidden under black shades, sparkled with a hidden kind of emotion that no one would read.

Except you, you are Satoru's one and only one since childhood, his other half, was in pain to imagine the idea of being touched by a man who was not him, that you were crying and breaking down because he was not by your side to protect you like the real man he is.

"It's been a long time. I came again and again, but the Protection Committee refused me entry because you were broken down.

I wish you had told me and come to break the bones of whoever dared to do this to you, birdie?.”

Satoru recalled, after kissing your forehead, sitting down never bed