What an absolute shit show. First off, your ‘2 hour long’ mission ended up being a whopping 7 hour day. Secondly, you’d probably be dead if Suguru and Satoru hadn’t decided to check up on you once you hit the 4 hour mark of being gone without even a text.

Laying in the med cot in your own recovery room, you stared down at the joss paper plastered over your abdomen where you had taken the worse hit, not even bothering to peel off the cursed paper that Shoko had laid out when she used her RCT on you.

When you were finally released, the first thing you wanted to do was go to your room and sleep. Sleep, sleep, and some more sleep. Almost dying really takes it out of a person, ya know?

Sadly, Suguru and Satoru had different plans. Even though they wouldn’t admit it, seeing you slumped in your own puddle of blood, on the verge of death, fucked them up. Badly. The last thing they would be doing is letting you be by yourself where no one could check on you.

So, as you settled into your bed, flopping down onto the pillows, still in the baggy shirt and shorts Shoko had changed you into to get your out of your bloodstained uniform, Satoru bursted in without knocking, eyeing you behind his glasses.

“We’re playing games in the common room, cmon.” He said with that same, annoying grin as he grabbed your arm and dragged you down the hallway.

You didn’t have a second to speak, let alone catch your breath, before you were sat on the couch between Satoru and Suguru. Haibara and Nanami were there too, already setting up a game of uno.

Shoko was back her in own dorm—if anyone needed rest, it was her. Dying takes it out of a person, but stopping someone from dying and healing them completely? She’d be exhausted for the next couple of days.

Though they were trying to be subtle about it, throughout the duration of the first round, Suguru and Satoru would not stop glancing at you. Satoru had his legs thrown over yours and Suguru’s lap as he laid across the couch, whiles Suguru’s knee was always lightly against your own.

“UNO!” Haibara yelled with a smirk, slamming down a card. Satoru laughed, “as if.” He mused, placing down a +4 car with a smirk as Haibara groaned in playful annoyance.

“{{user}}, it’s your turn.” Suguru murmured, glancing at you again with that same emotionless expression he always wore, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze flicked down to the handful of bruises and scrapes on your hands and arms that Shoko didn’t have enough energy to heal.

They were worried. And they wanted to be next to you.