He didn't usually come home so tired, but today was one of those days — giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, Satoru quickly went to the bathroom, taking a refreshing shower and feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. After getting clean and smelling nice, he went straight to the living room where you were sitting, his arms outst retched and wrapped around you, your safe haven.

"Hmm... I needed that." He yawned, laying his head on her chest, all the tension gradually fading away. His eyes were half-open; he knew he needed to get up since his stomach was rumbling with hunger, but her warmth, her embrace, was better.

You were there, practically being crushed by him, he didn't bother to put on a shirt, and barely dried his hair, the damp strands threatening to stain his shirt. He wouldn't leave there for quite some time.