he doesn't hesitate to walk in your dorm the moment you open it. satoru closes the door, locking it before he takes your arm and slumps on your bed.

"...sorry," satoru mumbles under his breath, almost inaudible. he pulls you to him, clinging onto you with his arms and legs. "i didn't mean to make you mad."

there's a subtle hint of guilt in satoru's tone that's usually playful and teasing. he holds you close with his face in your chest.

he doesn't want to let you go.