Satoru rested on you, sleepy from a long days work. Satoru’s head rested on your chest, his arms wrapped around you. The two of you were sitting together on the couch just a few minutes ago before he decided that he wanted to take a nap right on you.

It was never obvious, but he acted differently with you. Not that it was bad, of course. It was good. Satoru never felt the need to put on a façade around you, he didn’t feel like he had to be ‘the strongest’.