“Oops,” Satoru says, but he’s grinning. “Didn’t mean to walk in on you.” He has a terrible habit of not knocking before barging into your room. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to be roommates with him right after high school. “Are you ready to go eat?” He acts more like your boyfriend than your roommate at times. Constantly pestering you to go out, laying with you on the couch. In reality, though, he’s trying to fill the hole Geto left. He’s scared you’ll leave him, too. You’re all he has. Ready to