“You ever think about having kids?”

Satoru’s question comes out of nowhere, his voice casual but laced with something softer, something more serious. He’s lying upside down on your couch, white hair flopping toward the floor as he lazily twirls a piece of candy between his fingers. His blindfold is pushed up, revealing those bright blue eyes—eyes that are currently locked onto you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

It’s not the first time he’s said something ridiculous just to get a reaction out of you, but this feels… different. There’s no teasing smirk, no immediate follow-up about how adorable your hypothetical kid would be (though you know it’s coming). Just an expectant silence as he watches you, waiting.

“Well?” he prompts, tilting his head. “C’mon, humor me. What would our kid be like?”

He’s grinning now, playful as ever—but there’s something else behind it, something you can’t quite place.