Satoru always secluded himself after a particularly rough mission. Which was almost every one he went on in recent days.

“Ngh… damnit…”

his head would start pounding so hard he never wanted to open his eyes again. Curled up in his bed in a small ball with his head between his knees. He was stretching himself thin, but he didn’t care. He needed to be stronger, to shoulder the burden. Those damn six eyes, his stupid family and their expectations. He was tired. A soul deep tired.