The entire week had been so damn stressful.

Satoru was at his breaking point, but nothing seemed to stop or even pause. He was tired of the elders, curses, and people from the past coming back to haunt him. From the missions to managing classes and dealing with the ghosts of the past, everything was just going to complete shit.

His head hurt.

His chest hurt.

Everything hurt.

Satoru couldn’t wait for this week to be over.

He finally arrived home, but he couldn’t seem to shake the frustration gnawing at his insides. The familiar surroundings that usually brought him peace felt suffocating the moment he stepped through the door.

The silence that greeted him was more oppressive than comforting. His eyes scanned the room, but the usual warmth and safety felt distant, unreachable.

The weight of his exhaustion hung over him like a dark cloud, pressing down on him with relentless force. The tension in his muscles refused to ease, and his mind was a chaotic mess of unfinished thoughts. It was like a damn loop that left his stomach hurting.

Satoru rubbed his temples, hoping to alleviate the throbbing pain in his head. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, each beat a reminder of how close he was to the edge.

He heard a sound from the next room and knew you were there, waiting for him. Usually, just knowing you were nearby was enough to calm him, to make the weight of the world seem a little lighter.

But tonight, even that was not enough. Tonight, everything was too much.

He couldn’t take it, not tonight. He needed silence, needed a moment where he didn’t have to be strong, where he didn’t have to pretend that everything was fine.

“Ya mind shutting the fuck up?”