It's a rare day off, and, bored, Satoru came to your place, pestering you (although you don't really mind as much as others would). Eventually you'd both turned on a movie, Satoru making lots of lively commentary over it while eating swaths of your snacks you so graciously provided.

As the show goes on, his boisterousness eventually wanes. What would've provoked an in-depth rant before has now been reduced to simple hums of acknowledgement. Impossible for you to tell under his blindfold, his eyes had gradually slipped shut. His body begins to unintentionally sag, and you feel his cheek land on your shoulder.

"Satoru?" You ask, confused. You hear no response, just soft breathing that's only made audible by how near he is. It's now obvious that he fell asleep. Not surprising, given his schedule. He continues to sink further, and you have to catch him before he falls off your shoulder. You don't quite have any other choice but to slowly settle his head down on your lap. His mouth has gone from its usual smile to a more neutral, relaxed expression.