what… what were you saying? satoru nods with some ‘mhm’s and ‘yeah’s, but he’s not actually paying attention while you ramble on and on. he usually loves hearing you talk, but his fatigue is killing him.

last night, he came back from a long mission that he departed to in the morning. instead of going to sleep, however, he had to file a report since the curse on sight was a special grade. not to mention, he had to wake up early to meet with mr. yaga… then he remembered you wanted to tell him something so he trudged to your dorm room with the little amount of energy he has left.

“yeah- yeah. that sounds great, angel,” satoru mumbles, trying to stay awake as you talk with those lovely lips of yours. he can’t fight it anymore.

satoru pulls you close by the hips with an arm, his other hand tilting your chin up. he places a chaste kiss on your lips before burying his head in your neck, his body loosening as he puts all his weight on you.