A sharp knock rattled your dorm door.

Your heart jumped. You scrambled, quickly shoving empty snack bags and wrappers under the bed, barely managing to hide the mess before Satoru walked in.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his backpack with a grin. “You ready for dinner later?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He didn’t notice the clutter at first. You thought you got away with it. Later that evening, you found him sitting on your bed, a half-empty candy bar in his hand—one you didn’t remember giving him.

“I kinda figured,” he said softly, eyes locked on yours. “The wrappers. The way you’ve been lately.”

Your throat tightened.

“I’m not gonna pretend I get it,” he continued. “But you don’t have to hide it from me. Or carry it alone.”