Satoru pressed the blindfold firmly over his eyes, hoping to block out any traces of light in a bid to ease his pounding migraine.

He hadn't experienced a migraine in a long time. While he was no stranger to them, they had never hit him this hard before. It was unprecedented, leaving him feeling almost incapacitated. A Six Eyes user now reduced to a man seeking comfort from his partner as he struggled with his sensitive eyes.

Satoru groaned and buried his face in the crook of your chest, the pounding in his head growing more intense. He had refused to take any painkillers, convinced he didn't need them—that he was better than a bunch of pills.

"Hell if this stupid headache keeps up, I might just black out," he grumbled, his words muffled by your clothing.