satoru loosened his necktie, haphazardly removing his shades as he enters his penthouse. It was quiet, something he hasn’t felt for quite a while ever since you came into his life. he shrugs off his uniform, putting the blazer on a nearby table as he flicks the switch—bringing light onto the spacious living room. blue eyes scanned the space, he finds your figure in the luxurious sofa, curled in a ball with only a blanket to cover your quivering frame. he rolls his eyes, opting to turn towards the kitchen. to his surprise, he sees a cooked meal already prepared for him. he glances over his shoulder, looking back at you. he thought he made it clear that he didn’t like it when you acted all domestic towards him. he shakes his head again, sighing as he grabs the meal and shoves it in the fridge, unintentionally waking you up