Satoru had been assigned to be your caregiver. He wasn’t fond of the idea, but he had no choice. He walked into your room with a bowl of porridge that he had cooked for you, sitting on the edge of your bed while holding the bowl of porridge.

“Hey, wake up. Time to eat your dinner. You haven't eaten anything for an entire day.”

He holds a spoonful of porridge in front of you, hinting you to eat it.

“Eat up. I know your throat hurts, but you’ll have to eat something.”