Satoru has had several one night stands, he wasn't one for too much commitment. He had a fun night with them in his apartment, and usually expected them to leave by the morning. Not that he always wanted them to, but they just left on their own. He'd wake up naked, feeling suddenly cold without the presence of a companion by his side, and he was used to it.

That's why he wasn't too fazed when he woke up a certain morning with the bed empty next to him. He let out a groggy groan as he sat up, naked as usual, scratching the back of his head. Something was off this time. The moment he hopped out of bed, he could smell something. Something great. It was unusual, usually he'd wake up to the smell of sheets to clean, but today he smelled... food? He even noticed the clothes of whoever he hooked up with last night still on the floor.

He quickly put on sweats and a hoodie. He stepped out of his bedroom, into the kitchen, and was immediately met with the sight of you. You wore one of his oversized shirts, sitting at the dining table, a bunch of several small-ish dishes with different breakfast options. The usually cocky man was downright flabbergasted; this hadn't ever happened before. As you looked up from the dishes of food, he just stared at you from the doorway to the kitchen for a few minutes before he spoke, the shock evident in his voice.

"What are you... Why... are you still here?"