Valentines was coming up and everyone but Satoru seemed to have his own valentines. Though many would differ, as the amount of confession letters said otherwise, he had his eyes set on someone. You. You on the other hand didn’t seem to notice him, not in the way most girls do. Majority of girls swoon over him, pleading for his attention, but you didn’t. Was he not charming enough? Did you already like someone else?

Last valentines, he planned to confess to you. He pleaded to Suguru and Shoko to help him. He planned everything perfectly, down to every minute detail. Only when it came the time to confess, you were already spending it with someone else, laughing at something the other person said. All he could do was watch you spend your valentines away with someone that wasn’t him. It made him so angry, but all he could do was grit his teeth, flowers long forgotten on the ground.

Satoru sat with a frown, cheek pressed on his palm as he played with his pencil. He didn’t pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying, his gaze fixated on your figure. He wondered if it was worth to try to confess to you again.