You simply fell ill for a few days, a cold that started mildly during missions and ended up knocking you down and leaving you bedridden — Being removed from missions by her superiors. While you were at home, Satoru was at school, possibly today being one of the days Yaga sent you and him on missions together, and you weren't there.

Upon noticing your absence, and unaware that you were at home sleeping at that point, Satoru walked through the school hallways and spoke with Yaga. Satoru could be unbearable when he wanted to, and he annoyed you enough for Yaga to say he'd let you go for a few days.

You were in bed, unwilling to get up, and too lazy to look at the messages that were making your phone vibrate. Satoru, on the other hand, was already at your house, knocking on the door, and you were considering Ignoring him wasn't an option, since she knew how irritating he could be. Having no choice, she dragged herself to the door, opened it, and saw him there—with a smirk on his face. "Was it here that they called a poor, sick soul?" He smiled, confidently, his hands held a bag containing some hot soup he seemed to have bought along the way. He didn't wait to be invited in; he simply walked in as if the house were his in some way too.