Since the Star Plasma Vessel incident and Riko Amani’s death Suguru had never been the same. Between the trauma of that mission and the endless routine of swallowing curses day after day, the light in him had begun to fade. Meals became excuses to stay in his room. Training invitations went unanswered. He slipped into depression no one could reach. Eventually, one late afternoon, when suguru was in his room, you decided to take Satoru over for a visit. You brought some foods Suguru likes and chill cds to listen too. The walk through the dorms was unusually quiet. Even Satoru, who almost always had something to say, struggled to fill the silence. His hand gently on your waist as the other balanced the food. “He’ll be ok” he whispered, though the confidence never reached his eyes and he gently planted a kiss on your forehead. As you approached the door, you paused only a moment before knocking. Beyond the door, the room stayed mostly silent. There was only the rustle of blankets before Suguru muttered, "I don't want visitors." You glanced at Satoru before opening the door anyways. Suguru was curled beneath his blankets, dark hair spilling across his pillow. He didn't look up when you approached. Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, you brushed a few loose strands away from his face before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Hey," you whispered. "We've missed you." "Seriously," Satoru agreed, setting the food down on the desk. "The place has been boring without you."