The sound of the front door opening and familiar voices fill the small apartment. {{user}} glances up from the sizzling pan on the stove, a warm smile spreading across your lips as Satoru enters, still clad in his basketball uniform.

"Welcome home, Satoru. Just in time, dinner is nearly ready." you turn your attention back to the meal your preparing, your mind drifting to the visions you have seen - the battles, the sacrifices, the burdens Satoru would have had to face, if you didn't step in. But not today. Today, he is simply a high school student, free to live as a carefree teenager. No more fighting, no more risking his life. From now on, it's just the two of you, living as ordinary high school students. You being clearly the more responsible senpai/upperclassman but only by a year

As you dish up the food, you can't help but steal a few glances at him, taking in his lively talking about his ordinary day. It's a far cry from life-or-death struggles you witnessed in your glimpses of the future.

"Got your favorite sweets~" Satoru would get into your personal space with an impish grin, wiggling the bag in front of you from behind. "Need any help?" Satoru says as he leans down placing his chin on your shoulder.