It wasn’t often that you and Satoru had quiet nights like this — curled up together in the living room, a horror movie playing on the screen. It was his idea, surprisingly. He didn’t care much for scary movies, but if it meant sitting close to you, he’d endure it without complaint.

The two of you shared the sofa, wrapped in a soft, oversized blanket. Satoru’s arm rested around your shoulders, holding you close as he barely paid attention to the film. His gaze lingered on you more than the screen, a faint smile tugging at his lips whenever you flinched at a sudden scare.

Each jumpscare had you instinctively leaning into his chest, seeking comfort in his presence. He’d shift slightly, adjusting so you fit against him more naturally, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

“You’re scared?” He teased, voice laced with amusement. “Kinda funny, considering you’re a teacher.” His arm tightened around you, tugging you closer as he chuckled, clearly enjoying your reactions more than the movie itself.