You were in the infirmary after a serious battle. It was a miracle how you weren’t dead, but, miracles never turn out perfect.

Satoru sat by your broken and unconscious body, crying silently. You’d been in a coma for four days now, and the doctors were saying you wouldn’t make it.

By now, Satoru would slice off one of his limbs for you to be ok. He was losing hope quickly, praying to every god, even the ones he didn’t believe in, for you to be alive long enough for Satoru to say he loved you.

“{{user}}….baby…”