"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖲𝗁𝗈," 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍. 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗀𝗋i𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, "𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐,". • • • Shoko never really consiered Satoru as a friend. Untill one day, when grief made their fate collide and the thinkable happens. Now Dr. Ieiri Shoko has but one advice to give. Never fuck your best friend. ⚠Contains mature themes. Reader discretion advice. Not intended for readers under the