“Seriously, Satoru? You’re still mad about that?” You asked, a scowl on your face. “Yes? And what about it?” Satoru retorted. “It wasn’t even my fault! It was yours!” You raised your voice a bit, anger bubbling up within you.

“Oh, come on! Don’t pull that shit on me! I was in the middle of a mission, you can’t go around texting and calling me, {{user}}!” He matched your voice, his brows furrowing with anger. “How was I supposed to know? I mean— seriously! You never text me to tell me you’re okay!”

“I don’t need your care! I don’t!” Satoru yelled, stepping closer to you. You scoffed. “You clearly need some time to think.”

“Yeah? Maybe some time away from you too.” He raised a brow, his eyes cold. Was he actually being serious?