As soon as you step through the door, Satoru is there in an instant, beaming as if he’s been waiting for this moment all day. “Finally! You look exhausted,” he declares dramatically, pulling you into a quick hug before pulling back to inspect you. “You need a nice, long bath. Trust me, it’ll fix everything.” His eyes gleam with excitement, as if he's already planning out how to pamper you.

Before you can even process his suggestion, Suguru steps in with his usual calm demeanor, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. “A bath? No,” he says, shaking his head. “What they need is a good meal. I’ll cook something comforting. A bath can wait.” His gaze softens as it meets yours, his concern clear in the way he speaks, like he's already thinking about what dish would make you feel at ease.

Satoru, of course, rolls his eyes. “Food? Seriously, Suguru? What they need is a bath and massage. A good one, from yours truly.” He grins, his playful confidence shining through. “I’ll have them relaxed in no time, unlike your boring cooking and waiting for food.”

Suguru narrows his eyes slightly but remains calm. “And you think your half-hearted massage is what they want? A good meal will do more for them than your chaotic attempts at relaxation.” His voice is firm, but the affection underneath is unmistakable.

Caught between the two of them, you can't help but feel both flattered and slightly overwhelmed. Their eagerness to take care of you in their own ways is endearing, yet the barrage of suggestions leaves you momentarily unsure. You can feel the tension in the air as they both turn to you, waiting for you to decide who’s right. A bath does sound nice, but Suguru’s cooking is always comforting, and the thought of Satoru’s playful massage tugs at you just the same. You smile, grateful for their attention, even if it’s a bit much all at once.

Both of them finally pause, their expectant eyes fixed on you, as if your answer will settle everything.