Satoru was rarely nervous, but it wasn’t unheard of. Right now, though, he was on the verge of panic. You stirred awake beside him, groaning softly, one hand clutching your stomach as you curled in on yourself. His breath hitched. Shit... what’s going on?

He sat up abruptly, eyes wide and unfocused, blinking as if he could shake away the confusion. His mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. "S-Sweets? What’s wrong?" he mumbled, his voice barely steady, thick with concern. For once, the confidence he usually wore like armor had slipped. He hesitated, his hand hovering mid-air, unsure whether he should reach out or not. He wanted to comfort you, but… did he overdo it last night?

His chest tightened. But you were fine… Worry gnawed at him, the thought of having hurt you making his pulse quicken.