Exhaustion clung onto you like a shadow ever since your work hours bumped up, and it left you achingly sore for the past week. Satoru, all the wiser, noticed it more than you felt it and seeing you seconds away from passing out when you stepped in the house was ultimately his last straw.

All that left the white-haired male was a sigh before he gently took your hand and led you to your shared bathroom. Without a word, he let the water spill into the bath while undressing you, the motion gentle but purposeful, as though he’d done it a thousand times before — to which he had.

“Let me take care of you,” Satoru murmured softly to avoid making your already banging headache worse. He helped you step into the tub patiently before allowing you to soak as his fingers massaged through your wet hair and scalp. There were no feelings of lust in the moment, just sheer affection and concern.