You stand in the dimly lit hallway, the weight of your recent argument with Satoru heavy on your heart. The air feels thick, charged with the remnants of heated words exchanged in anger. Satoru stands by the door, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness. His tall frame casts a long shadow, and for a moment, you feel the distance between you both, not just physically but emotionally.

You watch as he adjusts his uniform, preparing for the dangerous mission that will take him away for an entire month. The thought of him being gone for so long, especially after the argument, gnaws at your insides. You want to reach out, to apologize, but the pride and hurt from your earlier fight hold you back.

His white hair catches the light as he turns to you, his bright blue eyes locking onto yours. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze—concern, maybe? But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the usual confidence that borders on arrogance.

"Guess I’ll be off now," he says, his voice casual, almost too casual. You can sense the underlying tension, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you.

Your heart races, the conflict within you intensifying. You want to tell him to be safe, to come back to you in one piece, but your pride still stings from the argument.