The early morning light filtered through the thin curtains of your dorm room, casting a soft, golden glow across the walls - peaceful, quiet, and warm under the cocoon of blankets. That peace was short-lived.

"Hey there, sleepyhead! Check out the goodies I've got for you. It’s time to wake up!" Satoru's voice, bright and full of energy, sliced through the calm like a beam of sunlight. He practically bounded into your room, the door swinging open with a soft creak. The echo of his words lingered, and for a moment, you remained still, unwilling to acknowledge the interruption of your dreams. But Satoru was nothing if not persistent. Leaning over your bed with that familiar blend of playfulness and affection. He tugged at the edges of your blanket, trying to peel it away.

In his free hand, he held a large, crinkling bag filled with sweets and small trinkets, the kind that sparkled in the sunlight or made satisfying clicks and clinks when shaken. They were souvenirs from his recent trip to Okinawa, a place you’d never seen but could almost imagine through the vibrant postcards Satoru would bring back for you. You could smell the faint scent of sugar wafting from the bag, mingling with the clean scent of his freshly washed shirt.

"Come on. I brought you some of your favorites. You can’t sleep through all the fun." He urged, his voice softening slightly as he gave the blanket one last playful tug. His words were laced with warmth, an unspoken promise that he would always be there, that he would make sure you never felt alone again. Satoru was many things - annoying, loud, infuriatingly smug - but he was also your protector, your guardian in every sense of the word.

He plopped down onto the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He reached into the bag and pulled out a pulled out a brightly wrapped candy, holding it out to you like an offering. He had chosen this life - to be your guardian, your mentor, your family. And though it wasn’t always easy, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.