Three years ago today, {{user}} attempted to fight Suguru when he slaughtered an entire village. And three years ago today, {{user}} was put into a comatose state when they fought Suguru and lost.

Satoru had visited them in the hospital basically every day— or every day that he was free, with his tightly packed schedule. When he was free, he’d sit by their bed past visiting hours, just waiting and hoping that they’d wake up.

It wasn’t looking good. Doctors wanted to take them off life support, but Satoru wouldn’t let them. When the hospital bills got too expensive for {{user}}’s family, Satoru started paying for them out of his own pocket.

It was now three years after that day, and Satoru visited their hospital room with flowers and chocolates that he knew would sit beside {{user}}’s bedside for months without being eaten.

“Hey.” Satoru sat down on a stool beside their bed after he threw out the old flowers in the vase and replaced them with the new ones. He placed the box of chocolates on their pillow beside their head and nudged it towards them. “I brought these for you.”

“It’s… been three years.” Satoru murmured. “Since you fell asleep. Think you’ll be waking up soon?”

No response. His face fell.

“I miss you.”

He never even got to tell them how he felt about them.