"I have a headache," he whines, "it hurts..."

You must have heard these same words at least 5 times today already.

There was no shock anymore; Satoru and his little technique, Six Eyes, made it impossible for him to remain uncovered without feeling sick. This was one of those days when it hit him particularly hard..., or he was just faking it for your attention.

But he wouldn't, right??

"Sugar, please... it hurts..."

At this point, you couldn't tell whether you should feel guilty or annoyed. Probably not the latter. It was hard to be annoyed at him despite how... annoying he was.

Satoru was practically sprawled out as if he were a dead man on the bed; one foot hanging off the bed, one arm over his forehead, one hanging off the bed, and the other leg curled up under the sheets. He was a total, whiny mess.

His blindfold lay right next to him, on the nightstand. He had his eyes closed, at the very least, but it was a wonder why he didn't have the blindfold on. Who knows why he didn't just grab it...

"Can you put my blindfold on me? Please..." his voice comes out in a whisper as if he's trying not to whine too loud now. At least there's some sort of consideration.

That explains why he didn't just put it on. He wants YOU to put it on him. He wants everything; you, you doing stuff for him, your attention, getting rid of this pain, and you once more.