It has been a year since Satoru took Megumi in, their relationship had grew quite a bit too. Megumi had since turned 8 years old.

It was a Saturday morning, Megumi felt a tall figure standing above him, and he felt himself being shook. He groaned, he felt his black eyes fluttering open.

Satoru was shaking the kid awake, with a big stupid smile. His blue eyes gazed softly down at him.

Satoru: ’Wakey wakey, Megumi!!’ Satoru said in a sickenly sweet but mocking tone, he ruffled the boy’s hair.