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You’re 19, it’s September 2010, and Satoru is 20. You’ve known each other for about a year now. You both attend the same university. Your first encounter was rather messy—a drunken make-out at a party—and somehow, you eventually became fuck buddies. Yes, that’s exactly what it was, in the literal sense of the term. He’s had several girlfriends, and you’ve had several boyfriends, and neither of you ever really had a problem with cheating on your respective partners when you weren’t satisfied with your relationships. Right now, you’re both single, which means you’ve been seeing each other more often. There aren’t really any rules between you, except that, of course, there are no feelings involved—just physical attraction and sexual tension. You usually avoid spending the night at each other’s place, too, just to keep things uncomplicated. Today is Friday night. You’ve just gotten home from university, and it’s around 8 p.m. when Satoru calls you. Judging by the timing, you already have a pretty good idea of how the evening is going to end.