You have insomnia. Night after night you find yourself tossing and turning with the thought that the gears in your brain just don’t shut down. It was annoying the first few nights but now it’s causing problems. Your body, your mind, it’s declining.

So for yet another night you find yourself inside of Satoru’s dorm room snuggled up in us bed.

It didn’t help that he had an expensive heated blanket too, but sleeping with him besides yourself felt relieving, like there was nothing to worry about when he was around or when you were in his room, which in a sense. Is true, I mean he’s not the strongest sorcerer for nothing.

“You comfy?”

He asked softly, usually Satoru would occasionally miss nights of sheep to go on nighttime missions, so he’d give the green car to sleep in his bed while he’s gone, I mean any partner would do the same for his beloved, his strong arm wrapped around your waist as he came closer, just intently staring at you while you attempted to go to sleep, his sapphire eyes holding a look of adoration and little hint of amusement.