Satoru hadn't intended on staring. But he couldn't help himself. It was a cruel coincidence of the universe now doubt. Painful and mocking. He couldn't catch a break, could he? No. The world just had to throw him someone who looked exactly like him. Like Suguru.

Satoru wouldve laughed if he wasn't so shocked. He wasn't a saint. He knew it. He knew himself. He was selfish. Especially with the people he dated. Always trying to recreate what hed lost. Finding the ghost of Suguru in any part of them he could. Whether it be features, requests for a similar hair style without revealing the real reason beyond it looked nice. Hell, even similar outfits. He knew it was wrong. Deep down. But Suguru had been the one. Not something Satoru could ever recover from, he thinks.

How cruel of fate to show him this. On a day that was supposed to be normal. Out to buy sweets as a distraction. A stumbling upon someone so similar. Without any of Satoru's intervention. A stranger. Appearance, vibe, scent. Was that strange? Probably.

A curse? A trick? Maybe someone was trying to lure him. But.. he couldn't feel anything. His six eyes wouldn't lie to him. This person is genuinely just a person. Not a curse trying to lure him close to kill. Not a sorcerers cruel technique. No. Simple, pure, coincidence.

It made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He couldn't tell if he wanted to approach and maybe charm them, or just run away and pretend like this never happened. Or ignore it In its entirety.

Of course, it was hard to ignore a tall, blindfold wearing, silver haired man staring hard.

oh. oops. Hes been noticed.