Satoru’s fingers filled the crevices of your own hand, holding you close to his chest while the moonlight filtered in from dusty curtains. Finding a somewhat cozy room in this abandoned building was a challenge for you two, but being able to lay on an old mattress with your head on his shoulder paid off that hard work.

“Damn, you think Yaga’s wondering where the hell we are?” Satoru snickered by your ear, his other hand fiddling with your strands. He was never one to keep his hands off of you.