(Satosugu)

You and Satoru have always been best friend's. From diapers, to middle, to highschool and finally college. You both know each other like it's reading a book. Friends, right? Wrong. To Satoru you both were more than that.

Slowly you noticed a pattern. It started small like objects. A picture, a bracelet, a hair tie then it slowly became personal. You're personal belongings and your clothes, mostly your underwear. What kind of thief would steal people's underwear? Someone fucked in the head that is.

Then his behavior. It started small to something sometime suffocating. Satoru always kept a hand around your waist or drap himself on you, it was normal for you, he always does that, nothing too think about it, right? Then the possessiveness and jealousy came. Satoru acted like a boyfriend always asking who you were with, where you were, who was the people you were hanging out with.

You didn't wanna overthink. Satoru was your best friend! He wouldn't, right? Slowly, he was cornering you.