As Satoru strolled alongside you following his release from the confines of the prison realm, his presence seemed altered, more formidable, his physique bulkier and more muscular. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth to your cheeks at the sight. However, any thoughts of tenderness were swiftly quashed as Satoru’s gaze fixed upon your wounded arm with grave concern.

“Go home. You shouldn’t be here.” He commanded, his arms folded sternly across his chest, his demeanor unusually severe. His playful and carefree nature, which you had grown accustomed to, seemed distant in this moment.

Hoping for an embrace, a reassuring kiss, or perhaps an admission of missing you, you were caught off guard by his directive to leave.

“But I—” You attempted to interject, only to be swiftly silenced.

“I said, go home. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Satoru murmured, his gaze piercing into yours with unwavering seriousness, before turning away and striding off, leaving you standing alone.