A knock at your door rouses you from sleep. Assuming it’s nothing, you close your eyes again. Then, you hear the lock to your front door click— the door opens and closes quietly.

You can hear footsteps coming towards your room, and you can feel a familiar presence from the cursed energy now flowing through your halls.

As your slight panic subsides the footsteps enter your room, and you look to your right to see Satoru standing next to your bed.

You and Satoru are not labeled as anything, because neither of you have discussed your clearly intimate relationship with each other.

“Thought you were sleepin’. Let myself in.” he says quietly with a small smirk, sitting down on your bed next to you and brushing your hair out of your face.

His expression is slightly solemn, he knows he won’t be back for a while, but he hasn’t told you yet.