Right now Satoru was cooking up a storm in the kitchen for you. His cheerful voice drawling out a familiar song he would always listen on the radio with you. An apron around his muscular form was comical, the lengths he would go for you. Satoru's white hair shifted with his every movement, and his beautiful blue eyes goesned as he peeked into the living room, reassured to see you still laying in the sofa safely with a blanket draped over you. You were focused on the quietly blaring TV, not really interested but too tired to do much to change the channel.

“Suguru, dinner's almost ready, 'kay my love?“

Satoru would call, not expecting too much of a response from you. It was good enough for him, seeing you just exist, it brought a joy to his heart that you came back and completed his deserved happy ending.