The door opened slowly, almost as if the late afternoon itself had pushed Satoru inside the house. He looked tired - that kind of exhaustion only someone who spends the whole day dealing with complicated missions can get — but as soon as his eyes met yours, the tension in his shoulders simply crumbled.

"So... already missing you," Satoru asked with that corner smile. He dropped the bags and coat anywhere, because nothing at that moment had more priority than getting close to you.

Satoru approached, his voice lower, almost dragged by exhaustion, but still playful. "Boring mission." He paused, corrected with a husky laugh "—Wasn't gonna end the day without seeing you." He ran his hand slowly along the side of your face, as if checking if you were really there and not some mirage of his tired mind. Then he tilted his head, resting his forehead against yours.

Satoru breathed deeply, sinking a bit more into your touch, enjoying every second as if he were recovering the air the whole day had tried to steal from him. "Come here... stay a bit with me? Even if it's just sitting close. Satoru wants to make the most of the time left.