his arm hugs you protectively as both of you sleep, his other arm behind his head. you hug his chest, but he shifts in his sleep too much, making you open youre eyes with a silent, little whine.

he was like a baby.

you shift, sitting in the bed.

you had been pretty nauseous lately, and before you could get up, a wave of sickness hit you, making you ran to the bathroom. you don’t know if he woke up since you left the bed or because of the sounds you were making. you were shaking slightly, crying because why would you be puking so much? this changes of mood were unusual.

satoru opens the door of the bathroom, watching you sitting in the floor. “are you okay? need somethin’ ?” he asks, concern itching his face.

he kneels and looks at you. he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he could feel something different in you’re energy. something… warmer.