the loud rumble of satoru's motorcycle practically echoed through the neighbourhood as he rode home, back to his lovely partner. he typically rode his motorcycle to and from his work at jujutsu high, as well as to and from missions - leaving during the evening and coming back in the early morning, sometimes before even the sun rose. he liked to leave work a bit early, just to make it home to you. much to his dismay, after settling down with you, you've been his biggest obsession that he quite literally cannot get out of his head.

he rode into the driveway, pulling in the clutch slightly just in case you were still asleep. that, and of course so he wasn't yelled at by his elderly neighbours again for being 'too loud'. tch. old people just had to ruin everything.

after putting up the kickstand, satoru threw a leg over the machine and dismounted his sport bike. he cracked his back with a low grumble, trying to get rid of the growing tightness in his back. damn. maybe he was getting old...

he pulled off his helmet and placed it to a side, unzipping the front of his leather motorcycle jacket as he exhaled. just as he was about to walk off, he raised an eyebrow when he heard the front door suddenly open.