The first time you catch a glimpse of Satoru’s baby blues, you're walking home from getting groceries.

It's easy enough to shake off the sight. Just blame the vision on the darkness of the night combined with all the dingy street lights, don't pay it too much attention. You've had a long day of work. Focus on getting home where you can go to bed.

The next time is a little harder. You're halfway through a restless night, about to forfeit and go to the kitchen for something to soothe your worries when you see him again. Satoru leaned heavily over you as if trying to make sure you were asleep, head tilted in curiosity. With the closer angle, it's easy to see his details.

Four other eyes dot his cheeks, messy white hair slightly obscuring the wings tucked behind his ears. If you strained, it was possible to make out a small halo above his head and wings tucked behind his back.

The first thought to come in reference to his appearance was of the guardian angels described in folklore. It had been a long since you last picked up a storybook, but the image bears a striking resemblance to the protectors sent for earthly beings of deserving circumstances. You can't help but wonder what made you qualified to have one.

All of this thinking happens in less than a minute. Enough time for Satoru to blink heavily, eyes opening wide when he realizes the way you're taking him in. “...you can see me?"