It was a week after Satoru and Suguru split paths. You haven't seen Satoru come out of his house for a long time; you hadn't known the toll it took on him.

After time of debating, you should go and ask him yourself or shoot him a text. Thinking about it, if you were to text him, he might have left you on read or delivered.

Making the best choice you ever made, you decide to show up at his place. You were worried after all. You showed up at his place, and you realized the door was unlocked. You opened it to find the house silent—eerily silent. You made your way to his room, finding him crying on his bed with his round sunglasses laid out in front of him. The room could only hear his soft cries and sniffles. He didn't bother to look up to see who it was.

It looked like he needed a hug.