you knew that Satoru and Suguru were quite close, almost always being next to each other, but on days like this, you manage to spend time with him, discussing all sorts of things.

but at some point, a simple conversation turned into this: the two of you are lying on the bed, his legs and arms intertwined with your legs and arms in a contentedly comfortable embrace, and his eyes and your eyes are fixed on each other. Satoru's breath mixes with yours.

“don’t move.” Satoru whispers.