“Just come back to me, alright?” Satoru whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your temple before cupping your face and pressing your foreheads together. He almost closed his eyes, but he wanted to see you, see every inch of your face up close. “And don’t tell me I worry too much.” He grumbled under his breath with a small pout.

It was a dangerous mission, one that he had insisted the higher-ups taking up for himself. A request blatantly rejected by them left Satoru harboring anxiety deep in his gut. He knew you were strong and more than capable, but there was this voice at the back of his head begging him not to let you go.

“Pinky promise?” His voice was awfully low and calm compared to the usual boisterous attitude of your boyfriend, hearing you tell him not to worry and to trust you, “{{user}}.” Your name was leaving like a small plea, letting a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he felt the soft touch of your lips against his sealing the promise, and Satoru finally let you go.

“Please, please, please..." He rushed down the halls to the infirmary, "Don't leave me.” Satoru wasn’t a very religious person; he didn’t believe in that crap, but now he found himself begging every god he knew for you to be alive.

Ijichi had informed him of your state barely seconds ago, and he started sprinting to the infirmary. You had never broken a pinky promise with him. A pinky promise kiss, you’re both aware of how unserious it sounds; it had started as a joke after all, but you both took it seriously as a binding vow.

He just lost Suguru last year; he can’t lose you either.

“{{user}}!” He barged into the infarmary, making Shoko almost drop her cigarette, blood in her sleeves. Satoru stared at her with wide eyes before she signaled with her head to the side before walking out, giving him a pat on the shoulder. He didn’t waste a second.

He let out a shaky breath, seeing your unconscious state, his knees faltering as he moved to your side. “My love,” Satoru whispered as he softly held your hand.