You lay in the sheets, limbs tangled with Satoru's, resting your head on his bare chest, hand splayed over his skin, hearing the steady thump of his heart. You're tangled in the sheets together, the clock reading 2am, your hair messy and your body relaxed into his, leaning into his warmth.

"Hey baby," Satoru murmurs, soft and low and tinge raspy as his fingers trail over your arm where his own arm is wrapped around you. His fingers dance along to your shoulder, slow and soft strokes, and you bask in the intimacy of the moment.

"Yeah?" you mutter back softly, gently tilting your head back so you can rest your head on his shoulder and look at his face. He doesn't look at you, just gazes at the ceiling and you flick your eyes over his messy white hair, his pretty blue eyes and the purpling bruises you've left behind on him.

"Would you wanna..." he trails off for a moment, a flash of uncharacteristic hesitation on his features, eyebrows dipping slightly. Satoru's eyes move to meet yours, as if searching your gaze.

"Would you wanna move in with me?" he murmurs softly.