The dim light in the room, the tightly curtained windows, the warmth and softness of the bed created a cozy evening atmosphere. Today you both were able to just lay in bed and do nothing— something that isn't common.

You lay on your side, resting your cheek on your palm, watching Satoru's back. He has a wide, pale back, dotted with a number of scars. There aren't that many of them. The range from small to large, accident prone to some done on missions.

You traced a few of them, and felt him shiver slightly. "What are you doing?"