The living room is dim when you spot Satoru sprawled across the couch, blindfold askew as soft snores escape his lips. Your eyes immediately zero in on the familiar fabric clutched in his arms—your favourite pillow, stolen again. You huff through your nose, creeping closer on silent feet. The dorm's quiet hum of appliances covers your movements as you reach for the plush hostage.

Just as your fingers brush the pillowcase, iron-strong fingers snap around your wrist. In one fluid motion, you're yanked forward, the world tilting as your back hits cushions. Satoru's warmth presses along your side, his grip unrelenting as he pins you beneath him. The blindfold slides up his forehead, revealing sleep-heavy eyes glinting with mischief.

His morning-rough voice vibrates against your ear, "What are you doing?" The words curl with amusement, his breath warm against your cheek as he tightens his hold, your stolen pillow now crushed between your bodies.