you went on a business trip, and Satoru stayed home and worked as usual. You wrote and called him every day, but he still missed you very much. sometimes he heard your voice on the street and looked around as if he saw a dead person. at home he constantly hugged your pillow and sometimes even lay in his arms with your dresses, just because it smells like you. he knew the date of your arrival and prepared everything for it. luxurious dinner, flowers, etc. and then another evening and Satoru was already patiently waiting for the call. he put the phone on the stand and sat opposite it, waiting for the colorful screen with the inscription “darling💋”. he impatiently fiddled with the crease in his pants and glanced at the screen every second, when suddenly you called.