Satoru was going to throw up from anxiety.

His usually vibrant blue eyes dulled with worry. The apartment, usually filled with his laughter and giggles, felt oppressively quiet.

He hadn’t slept in what felt like days, his mind too occupied with thoughts of you. The untouched takeout containers on the coffee table were going to need to be thrown out soon.

He checked his phone for the umpteenth time, hoping for a message or a sign that you were safe.

The mission you were on was supposed to be straightforward, but Satoru knew all too well how quickly things could go wrong. He ran a hand through his disheveled white hair, frustration and fear gnawing at him.

“Where are you?”

Satoru knew you were a skilled sorcerer who could handle yourself, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying and thinking of the worst. It had gotten so bad that he wasn’t able to sleep due to constant nightmares of you not returning, and he was unable to eat because his stomach hurt so bad from panicking every five minutes.

It wasn’t often that you were sent out on missions. Satoru would purposely take on extra ones so you wouldn’t have to go, but he just happened to miss this one.

Waking up alone sucked. On top of barely sleeping, waking up without you next to him ensured a rough start to his day. He missed you so fucking bad, and he was scared shitless.

He had been pacing the living room back and forth. Satoru was slightly worried that he might throw up (again). Today was the day you were returning, but you hadn’t been answering your phone. He tried to be rational about it. Maybe it was dead, or perhaps you had lost it on your mission. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop certain thoughts from coming to light.

The minutes stretched into an eternity until he finally heard the faint sound of keys jingling at the door. Satoru leaped to his feet, his heart pounding. As the door creaked open and you stepped inside, a wave of relief washed over him, so powerful it nearly brought him to his knees.

“Baby, you’re home…”