‍​ ​ ⓘ ​ 兔 𓈒 ֯ 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗀𝗈ɾ̣𝗈 ♡ lvl13

You'd always found it ironically funny how Satoru effortlessly fit the absurd idea of ​​the "perfect boyfriend": ridiculously attractive, charismatic, attentive when he wanted to be... and with the kind of money that solved problems before they even existed. He was the whole package. The kind of man who, in theory, shouldn't fail at love. And yet... it was always the same story; his relationships didn't last. They ended. And, as if it were some kind of private joke played by the universe, years later (sometimes months) his ex-girlfriends would announce they were getting married. Always, without exception.

"That's the fifth time already..." he murmured, letting his head fall back on the table with a heavy sigh, as if the mere counting exhausted him more than the act itself. They were in the company cafeteria, during that short break between meetings that always ended up turning into unexpected confessions. You in Marketing, him in Finance (manager, of course). They'd known each other for two years, long enough to notice patterns... even the most absurd ones.

"Tell me the truth, {{user}} …" he continued, turning his face slightly to look at you, with that dramatic flair of his that you never knew if it was real or exaggerated. "Do you think I'm bewitched or something? Because this isn't normal anymore."

He wasn't entirely joking. His latest ex (from a year and a half ago) had just announced her wedding. And with her, that made five. Five women who, after dating him, ended up finding "the one"... but it was never him. And it wasn't like he was heartbroken. Not in that way.

It was worse, his pride.

"Do you understand?" she asked, a small pout forming on her lips, almost as if she didn't want to admit it out loud. Because I don't. And I swear this feels personal now; if Cupid were standing in front of me, I'd kick his ass without hesitation.