Satoru wasn't one to announce his arrivals.

He prided himself on being unpredictable, popping up where he pleased, when he pleased, without so much as a knock. Today was no different.

He materialized at your doorstep with a sly grin, his sunglasses perched lazily on his nose as if he'd been planning this visit for days. In truth, it was spur of the moment. He’d been thinking about you — a little more than usual lately — and couldn’t resist the urge to drop by, as if just being around you could settle something restless inside him.

The door was unlocked. Typical. You never thought to lock it, always trusting the world a bit too much for his liking. He stepped inside, his feet making the faintest sound against the floor as he made his way through the familiar hallways of your home. Everything seemed normal at first. Quiet, still. But as he approached your bedroom, the air felt different. Heavy. Off.

His gaze sharpened, the usual carefree expression on his face faltering when he saw you. Curled up on your bed, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. You were crying.

Satoru’s heart broke in a way he wasn’t used to, a flicker of concern crossing his mind before he could stop it. He stood there for a moment, watching, unsure whether to step in or give you space. But then again, when had he ever given you space? With a soft sigh, he crossed the room, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

He didn’t say anything at first, just letting his presence fill the room as if he could pull you out of your sadness by being there. After a beat, he leaned forward slightly, his voice low and softer than usual.

"What's going on?"