Satoru woke up slowly, the warm comfort of the blankets threatening to pull him right back under. For a moment, he forgot where he was—the scent of your shampoo on the pillow, the softness of the room’s quiet, the way the bed dipped just slightly where you slept beside him—unfamiliar and calming in a way he wasn’t used to.

But then his brain caught up. Your place. He’d fallen asleep here. And his glasses were gone.

Panic flickered through him as he reached toward the nightstand, hand fumbling—empty. His stomach dipped. He patted around, searching for his frames. Nothing. He tried squinting, but the world stayed a blurry mess of colors.

Okay. Don’t freak out.

He sat up slowly, careful not to disturb you, and scanned the room—everything was a blur. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. He must’ve put them somewhere, right? But his memory from last night was a blur of late-night conversations, and he hadn’t thought much about where his glasses ended up.

The idea of waking you up made his skin prickle. What was he supposed to say? "Hey, I’m blind and I’ve lost my only way of seeing, help me?" He cringed.

So instead, he slid carefully out of bed, hands stretched out like a ridiculous cartoon character, and began his awkward search. He crouched down, squinting hopelessly, only to knock into the edge of the bed with a muffled curse.

Behind him, there was a sleepy rustle of blankets. He froze, halfway bent over, mortified. The idea of you waking up to find him stumbling around your room like this was enough to make him wish he could melt into the floor.

But he still couldn’t see. And the longer he stood there, the more ridiculous it became. Finally, his shoulders sagged in defeat. He shuffled back toward the bed, reaching out carefully until his fingers brushed the edge of the blanket. His heart pounded.

"Uh… hey," he whispered, voice soft and hesitant. "I—uh—lost my glasses. And I can’t—uh—see." He paused, wincing. "Could you… maybe help me find them?" he added, cheeks burning.