The past year has been hard for you and Satoru. Your usual banter was replaced with screaming matches, your confessions of love replaced with insults. You were hurting him, he was hurting you. It wasn’t good.

You two almost broke it off multiple times. It was rough, but you two were determined to work things out. You loved each other, after all. You took a brief break, and pretty much started over. You tore your old relationship down and started back from square one.

It took time, but it worked. You two went through hell, and came back as strong as ever. Satoru thought he loved you before, but damn. He would do anything for you now.

Anything.

He was thinking about all you two have been through the past year as you lay on top of him, your head on his chest as you two lay peacefully on the couch. He admires your state as he runs his hand through your hair. He smiles softly and looks up at the ceiling.

You survived the Great War.