“Hmph.”

He hasn’t apologized yet. It’s been about an hour since you started giving him the silent treatment, obviously still heated from your earlier argument. Satoru was immature most of the time you argued, but he was working on it. The fight was petty, but got under your skin anyway. Thus, you punished him by acting like he didn’t exist.

He knew he was mainly in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to admit it. The lack of attention was clearly getting to him, though, as he began to fidget, glancing at you from the other end of the couch every few seconds.

“You’re… you’re being childish,” he side-eyed you, really just hoping for some sort of reaction that proved you could see him.