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 Suguru enters, still clad in his martial arts uniform.

"Welcome home, Suguru. 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 Suguru 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.

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

"Let me help you with that" Suguru moves to grab the plates from the shelf and places it beside you, before he goes to set up the table for you