"Don't go," Satoru said groggily as he wrapped his arms around your body, preventing you from leaving the bed.

Despite knowing that you were supposed to be at work, the white-haired man couldn't bring himself to release his grasp. He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving—even for work. His love for you was too strong to allow it.

"Baby, don't leave me," he whined like a child, resting his forehead against the back of your head. "What if something happens? What if I die?"