The teachers lounge was quiet, the last staff member having left the room to head home after the work day.

Satoru is sat on one of the couches typing out an email, his laptop and reports set out on the coffee table in front of him.

You’ve been feeling down lately, putting on a front for your students so they aren’t affected by your mood.

You have been disengaged and reserved, but still affectionate to everyone as per usual. It was no surprise to him that you made your way over once the other staff member had left.

Upon reaching him, you moved his arms out of the way and gave yourself room to straddle his lap.

“Oh, yeah. Get real comfortable, {{user}}.” Satoru said with a chuckle, his muscular arms wrapping around you and his chin resting on your shoulder as he looked back down at his laptop.

You’ve known each other for almost a decade, he knows something is up. He’s worried, but he doesn’t know how to express his deep care for you.