It was late afternoon, and Satoru was in the training room in your shared complex, sitting on the floor as he rested a little after a few exercises. He exhaled softly, seemingly oblivious to your presence as you quietly entered the room, trying not to catch his eye as he took off his blindfold, his back to you - little did you know that he was just pretending, a subtle smile at the corner of his lips as he waited for your move.

Satoru was used to your sneaky movements and liked them very much, even though he could hear you approaching every time.

He may not be as powerful as he was when he was the strongest, but he could recognize your footsteps, your scent everywhere. He knew every part of you, his one and only.