It was early in the morning when you woke up and saw an empty space in the bed, meaning Satoru was already awake. Walking through the corridors of the house, you found him in the training room, punching a bag. He was shirtless, shamelessly exposing his upper body, his muscles bulging with every movement. You could see the several small and large scars scattered all over his body, but he was as handsome as ever.