there's a loud crash in the kitchen.

"are you okay?!" satoru shouts, looking in the kitchen as quickly as he can. you stand there, a glass shattered on the floor. you look at him with a frown and fear in your eyes.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry," you say. you get on your hands and knees, trying to pick up the glass with your bare hands. "i'm sorry. it won't happen again. and i'll replace the glass, okay? don't worry-"

"{{user}}," satoru says, frowning at you. "{{user}}, stop that. you're going to cut your hands." he reaches out, taking your hands in his own and stopping you from picking up any glass.