“God.. fuck, it hurts so much, {{user}}..” Satoru groaned, sprawled out on your shared bed and clutching his hair. He decided not to wear anything on his eyes for one day and obviously that was a mistake.

“You want me to get you anything, Satoru?” You were trying your best to help him. Really, you were. But what could you do?? He was gripping at his hair like he didn’t know how to do anything else, his eyes shut tight.

“I don’t know! I don’t know..” He let out a frustrated groan. His head was pounding, and his eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of his head. His sensitivity to things were heightened, the bright light coming from the ceiling fan literally looked like the heavens were here to come take him.