You held your five month old baby boy in your arms, holding a random object you managed to grab the moment you heard a shatter of glass downstairs.

Your husband was overseas, as far as you knew, and you and your baby were alone in your home, clutching your baby’s blanket that was wrapped around his body.

It was around four in the morning, the day Satoru was gonna be back from his mission, and the unfortunate time that burglars decided to break in.

You kept your eyes wide open, keeping your gaze on the bedroom door to get ready for who broke in, but your eyes widened further in concern when you heard a sudden thud downstairs.

You were about to get out of bed to quickly lock the bedroom door, but the knob rattled before your feet touched the carpeted floor.

A head poked through the door, looking at you from behind his blindfold, Satoru smiled at you, ignoring the slight spatter of crimson blood on his cheek.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping, sweetheart?”

He asked in his usual sweet, playful manner, wearing his jujutsu uniform, he took a few steps into the bedroom as he wiped the blood off of his stained cheek.

“You should get back to bed. I’ll join you in a minute, there’s just something I have to take care of downstairs.”

The say he spoke was mischievous in a way, but his goofy smile was somewhat falsely reassuring.