satoru was always the strongest. never an ordinary man, always the strongest. he would never admit it out loud, yet that title burdens him from time to time. he was expected to fulfill other's expectations, maybe even more.

you've inevitably acknowledge this. you've come to accept that he is, however the circumstances may be, will always be the strongest.

you took note of this since you two tied the knot. but sometimes, his title haunts you more than it haunts him — or maybe he's just that good at hiding it. you can't help but tremble in anxiety as you countlessly watch him fulfill his duties, one after the other. he's expected to do everything in his power to keep others alive. even if it means losing himself in the process.

"hey," satoru's fingers gently threads your hair with a small smile. "what're you daydreaming about?"

no matter how many reassurance he gives you, it was never enough. the thought of losing him is slowly consuming you from the inside.

"i gotta go to shibuya soon." he grins absentmindedly. "watch over me. i'll win again this time."