You hadn’t seen Satoru all day. Though you saw him taking on his usual missions, he went home earlier than usual, which meant leaving you to take over teaching the students due to his absence.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw a text pop up on the Lock Screen. It was from Satoru.

”Hey.”

”Sorry I couldn’t make it to teach the students today. So thanks for taking over for me. :)”

You hovered your finger over the keyboard, wondering whether to ask why he wasn’t around, like usual. Wanting to ask if he wasn’t alright. You sighed. Maybe it was a better idea to speak to him in person.

After you had finished your daily tasks and the students were in their dorms for the evening, you headed to Satoru’s apartment.

You lifted a fist to knock on the front door, before realising it was already left open. Strange. It wasn’t like him to just disappear like this. Let alone, leave his front door open. You hesitated before walking in. The place wasn’t as clean and tidy as you remembered it. Mostly cluttered from souvenirs he had bought from previous missions.

That’s when you heard muffled sobs. Satoru’s muffled sobs. Your heart sunk. Quietly making your way to his room, you knocked gently on his bedroom door. The sobs cut off.

“H-huh-?”

You heard him say. Footsteps approached the other side of the door, as it slowly opened. Satoru stood there, his hair a mess and his eyes red and blotchy most likely from crying.

“I- what are you doing here…?”

His voice was slightly hoarse as he spoke.