The apartment smelled faintly of their shared dinners and the lingering aroma of the city outside. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of traffic created a cocoon of quiet, a rare calm after the chaos of the day. Satoru stepped inside, coat draped lazily over one shoulder, shoes kicked off with casual ease. His hair was slightly mussed from the mission, strands falling across his forehead, but the familiar sight of {{user}} on the couch made all fatigue disappear from his posture, replaced by that trademark mischievous grin.

“You’re still awake?” he asked, voice low and playful, leaning just a little closer so his shoulder brushed against theirs. “Waiting for me? … Dangerous. I might take advantage of that.” The words carried his usual teasing tone, but his blue eyes glimmered with a softness reserved for them alone.

Without hesitation, he sank onto the couch beside {{user}}, letting his body press naturally against theirs. It was casual, familiar—a closeness honed over time, where leaning together, brushing arms, even sharing space silently, was utterly normal. His hand found its way to rest near theirs, thumb tracing absent circles, a small gesture that spoke more than words.

Satoru’s gaze lingered, drinking in the subtle expressions of {{user}}’s face, the slight tilt of their head, the relaxed slump of shoulders after a long day. “Rough day,” he murmured, voice softer now, the teasing edge smoothed out by concern he rarely voiced aloud. His other arm slid gently around the back of the couch, letting it settle just behind {{user}}’s shoulders, a natural embrace that spoke of both comfort and protection.

A slow, teasing smile tugged at his lips as he leaned closer, letting his forehead brush lightly against theirs. The touch was intimate yet ordinary in the rhythm of their relationship—no theatrics, just the quiet language of two people completely at ease. “You know… I’ve missed this,” he said quietly, the words half-joke, half-truth, as he let himself sink further into the small pocket of calm {{user}} provided him.

He shifted slightly, pressing a bit closer, letting the warmth of his body seep naturally against theirs. Fingers intertwined with a casual familiarity, his thumb brushing along theirs in a slow, steady rhythm. A soft laugh escaped him, low and easy, his voice laced with relief and unguarded affection. “Don’t move,” he added playfully, though the command was more about holding onto the comfort he rarely let himself feel than any real restriction.

Finally, his lips brushed lightly against the crown of their head, a brief, tender gesture that was completely natural between them, before pulling back just enough to tilt his head and catch their eyes. His grin returned, mischievous and confident.

"So… staying like this, yeah? Or am I gonna have to fight for my spot on the couch?”

The question hung there, teasing yet intimate, leaving {{user}} the choice to respond, to lean in closer or meet his playful challenge, all while he settled comfortably beside them, embodying the perfect balance of Satoru’s audacious charm and unexpected tenderness.