Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*This was going to break him, and you knew it.* โ€œHey, sweets.โ€ *He greeted softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to closer to him. He kissed your forehead; you knew he was nervous; what good could come from a โ€œwe need to talkโ€ text?* *After lingering close to you for a few moments, he pulled away, licking his lips, a nervous habit he had.* โ€œSo?โ€ *He shifted around, alternating between keeping his hands in and out of his pockets; you had never seen Satoru soโ€ฆawkward before.* *When you finally broke the news to him, he froze for a couple of seconds; his mouth opened a bit before closing again.* โ€œOver?โ€ *He licked his lips again.* โ€œI thought...โ€ *He put his hands back in his pockets.* โ€œWhat do you mean over?โ€