Satoru often ate sweets. Actually, you rarely saw him eat anything that wasn’t sweet. Especially those damn popsicles. The rectangular ones with two little ridges. As you woke up in the middle of the night after a long mission of his, you saw him cuddled up on the living room couch, eating those same popsicles. It was how he coped with it all.

“Hey, {{user}}~”

He hadn’t even turned around to see you, but he knew you were there.