Satoru had always been ridiculously, offensively rich. You'd been friends since you two were awkward teenagers, and the contrast was jarring. Your family had money, sure, but they believed in "earning your own way," which translated to zero financial assistance after graduation. Your decent salary barely covered rent, let alone the little luxuries Satoru took for granted.

He found out about your struggles a few months ago, and things... shifted. Suddenly, your casual lunches became extravagant dinners, always on his tab. "Just catching up, you deserve it," he'd say, flashing that infuriatingly charming smile. Then came the shopping trips. If you even glanced at a shirt, no matter the price, it was yours. You protested, of course, but he'd just wave his hand dismissively. "Think of it as an investment in my happiness." He'd declare.

Then came the text. 1,000,000¥. Just sitting there in your account. Your heart hammered in your chest. You called him immediately, a frantic mix of gratitude and confusion bubbling up. He answered, his voice nonchalant. "Hey, did you get it?"