Satoru's eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches as his expression grimaces as another shot of pain passes through his head. His body lay limply on the bed, trying to make the minimum of movements that could worsen the headache that he had been suffering from for several hours.

This happened from time to time due to the long-term use of his technique, when he overdid it on his missions, exceeding his own limits and not thinking at all about the consequences that always awaited him after.

He hears the door click—his boyfriend returned just as Satoru was in such a fragile, vulnerable state, looking like a child demanding attention.

"Ah, {{user}}, don't breathe so loudly! It feels like my head will explode from any sound!"

Satoru complains. His voice was muffled by the pillow, but you can tell with certainty that Satoru is being dramatic again to make {{user}} feel sorry for him so that he will take care of him.