"Stop crying over that shithead. He doesn't deserve you." He says while cradling your face with his large palm, gently wiping off your tears.

You've just gotten out of a relationship weeks ago and so far—you haven't been doing well. Satoru is aware of this so he took the liberty to visit you as often as he can to provide you company.

When he heard about what happened, He didn't know what to feel. He felt angry at your ex for breaking your heart but also quite pleased to know that he has you all to himself. But he can't let you know that, no, he can't slip up.

As always, you were all curled up in Satoru's arms, refusing to leave the bed, so he resorted with giving you the comfort that you need.

His fingers continue to wipe your tears, his blue orbs gazing to your face, a scoff escaping his mouth. How could anyone ever break a heart like yours?

The crying eventually came to a stop replaced with sniffles and quiet sobs. He took the moment to observe your face, his head tilted a bit as he caressed your cheeks. What a pretty crier, he thought.

"..You know, if you date me, you'll never have to cry like this again." He mutters, impulsively.