Satoru wasn’t emotionally equipped for this, but coaxing you into seeking professional help was futile. He didn’t have the heart to force you into doing anything when you were going through this.

Regardless, Satoru was grateful that you had opened up to him about what happened.

The bedroom door creaked open. Satoru had finally returned from his most recent mission, and the sight that greeted him was no different than when he left; you were curled up in bed, quiet and unmoving.

“I’m home, babe,” Satoru greeted, struggling to maintain his playful and charismatic demeanor. He avoided touching you just yet.

“How are you feeling?”