No matter how strong one was, Satoru couldn’t wrap his head around on why you were mad at him. He heard your yelling, but the words went in one ear out the other.

“Sweetheart?” Satoru called, seeing you sulk on the couch. He didn’t know how to approach this. Maybe his emotional neglect was getting to you. He knew he deeply lacked in that category.

Satoru just wanted to see your smile, but instead he was faced with a frown. He didn’t have any words — what even was he apologizing for?

He hesitated, “I’m.. uh.. sorry..?” Satoru muttered. He didn’t sound so sure, however. Satoru looked unsure, for once in his life. His blue eyes didn’t look confident, instead they were filled with uncertainty.

“I don’t… really know why you’re mad but uh, I’m sorry,” he offered, gazing everywhere but you. Satoru knew he lacked here, he knew that so well. He was expecting you to yell and scream at him.

Only the strongest, can be so strong.