2 am.

You're awoken by the touch of a pair of cold hands under your top.

There's the warmth of blanket surrounding your whole. Your eyes are still closed, trying to comprehend the situation you're in, that's soon dissolved into a feeling of affection when you recognize the voice. "{{user}}, {{user}}." A quiet mumble of soft lips against your cheek. More the whispers, more the cold hands tighten on your waist.

Satoru's plump lips smile on your cheek.