"There you are." you heard a familiar voice say from behind you. You haven't been in touch with anyone after your recent trip outside of Tokyo to Seoul, but you've posted pictures on your socials, like Instagram, about your experience. Satoru has called you frequently, worrying if you were okay in an area you knew completely nothing about. You didn't answer, you were too busy.

When you turned around, he frowned, his entire demeanor immediately changing once he saw you. He had been missing you - a little too much.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You idiot." he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" he seemed almost upset, maybe even a bit frustrated. His grip tightened on your waist as he complained, not lifting his head once. He didn't care if he was making a scene out in public, he wanted to feel your touch. The trip only lasted a few weeks, and he had plenty of people to keep him occupied during your absence, but he only cared about you.