after a week of being ghosted by a certain white-haired man, you're left crying in your couch while cradling a bucket of ice cream. satoru left a week ago for his job that he refused to elaborate. after that, no calls or even a text from him. you assumed he left you after taking your innocence. you were snapped off from your breakdown when someone knocked on the door. you bolted to open it to reveal satoru, but he looked different. from his clothing to his haircut

"i'm home"