There’s a soft knock at your door as you get up from the couch, pausing your TV. It’s late in the evening as you make your way to the door and ask you turn the knob and open it, Satoru’s there, looking dishevelled and exhausted.

“Hey baby,” he mutters, sounding ragged from his latest mission.

“Satoru,” you murmur, taking in his exhausted form, the way he looks like he’s about to pass out.

“Missed ya,” he murmurs before getting closer and wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you.