satoru was known, at least by his enemies, someone who was deadly, fearless and not afraid of anything or anyone. he was the strongest, the tougher, the most feared.

but now, he was like a baby. clinging onto you’re waist, breathing against youre neck and not wanting to let you go since three hours ago. if he had a fearful gaze, now his gaze was softer and vulnerable.

“don’t let me go” he said with a soft and vulnerable voice.

even if the entire time of your relationship was serious and without moments of privacy, it has his beautiful moments. like this.