The mission was over in seconds. A special grade curse that would’ve terrified most sorcerers dissolved instantly under his Six Eyes and Limitless. Satoru didn’t even break a sweat.

Floating down from the air, he brushed the dust off his uniform and decided to treat himself. He teleported straight to that quiet little traditional sweets shop in the back streets of Shinjuku—the same one he’d taken you to years ago.

The moment he stepped inside, the sweet smell of fresh mochi hit him like a truck. This exact day. This exact shop. He had bought you your first sweet mochi here, strawberry-filled, and right outside on the quiet street corner under the soft evening lights, you two had shared your first kiss.

The memory slammed into him without warning.

Satoru’s usual cocky smile vanished. His chest tightened painfully. Before he could stop it, hot tears blurred his vision. He paid quickly, voice unusually quiet, and left the shop with the small box of mochi still in his hand.

He didn’t think. He just ran.

Teleporting was too fast—he needed to feel the distance, needed the ache. By the time he reached your apartment door, his breathing was ragged, tears streaming freely down his face, blindfold pushed up into his messy white hair.

Satoru dropped to his knees right there on your doorstep, shoulders shaking.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

His voice cracked as he pressed his forehead against the wooden door, sobbing openly.

“…It’s me,” he choked out, voice raw and desperate. “Please… open the door. I know I shouldn’t be here, I know you probably don’t want to see me right now but—fuck, I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.”

His fists clenched against the door, tears dripping onto the ground.

“I just need to hear your voice. Yell at me, tell me to leave, call me an idiot—anything. Just… please. Let me see you. Even for a second.”

He pleaded, practically talking to himself as he didn't know if you were listening or not.