The lights were too bright and everything was too loud. He rubbed his temples and groaned, his face twisted in pain. You’d seen this a million times.

Satoru was overstimulated.

You begin to quietly close the blinds and turn off all the lights before sitting next to him on the couch and gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

“It hurts…” He chokes out. At the sound of his whimper, you pull his body into yours, putting a cool hand over his eyes.