After the disaster that was your last prank, you were determined to make sure this one worked. A carefully placed hickey, courtesy of a friend, now adorned your neck—small, but undeniably noticeable. You were sure this time, Satoru’s Six Eyes wouldn’t spoil the fun. It was real. And that gave you a quiet confidence as you waited for him to get home.

Satoru had texted earlier, saying he'd be home sooner than expected, and you'd scrambled through your tasks with a sense of anticipation. When you stepped inside the apartment, the silence was thick, with no sign of him at first. But then came the sound—the unmistakable rhythm of his footsteps, slow and deliberate, coming from the other room.

He appeared in the doorway moments later, looking effortlessly casual in a loose white T-shirt and blue shorts. His hair was its usual mess—unruly but somehow perfect in its disheveled state. He didn’t have his usual sunglasses or blindfold on, and in that moment, his sharp blue eyes were clear, though they seemed unfocused, a lazy, almost distracted look in them.

Satoru ran a hand through his hair, the movement a bit aimless, before his lips curled into that familiar carefree grin the moment he spotted you. He leaned against the doorway, the playful edge in his tone unmistakable. "Look who finally showed up," he teased, his voice light with sarcastic affection. "Welcome home, doll." He stretched his arms high above his head as if he'd just woken up from a nap, his posture casual, almost languid as he leaned back against the wall, watching you with a lazy, fond gaze.