You were so glad you didn’t settle for a nonchalant man. Satoru, for all his teasing and over-the-top confidence, was anything but indifferent. Even now, lying in bed beside you, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours, he was fully engaged—his bright, endless eyes locked onto yours as if the universe itself didn’t matter as much as this conversation.

“Alright, your turn,” you murmured, tracing absentminded circles on the back of his hand. “What do you think happens after we die?”

Satoru huffed, rolling onto his side to face you completely. “Ugh, you had to go deep. Can’t we talk about something easier, like why I’m the strongest sorcerer ever?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You dodging the question already?”

His lips twitched, and after a dramatic sigh, he said, “Fine. I think... it’s like an infinite void, but warm. Not lonely, just… quiet.” He paused, then smirked. “But don’t get any ideas. You’re stuck with me for life, babe.”

You squeezed his hand, heart swelling. Satoru might not have been the best at philosophy, but he never failed to make you feel like the most important person in his world.