The rain pouring down and hitting the cold window like hail. Unrhythmic by all means. Beating in sync with his heart. Back in the same place he goes to every weekend. Back to you.

You've left the Jujutsu World, by all means he supported you. Hell maybe even missed hanging around with you. After all being a sorcerer is a waiting process to be killed, he didn't even get the time to mourn one colleague before another drops dead.

But with you, it felt like home so he took that every chance he could. Maybe it was a mistake to stay close to you. He wasn't sure if he'd sometimes come back after certain missions. He didn't wish for you to grieve him, he was the strongest after all right?

Every night with you he savoured it almost as if it could be his last. His eyes memorizing all your features that he could picture by heart. Draw it with his eyes close you name it.

So here he was, laying on your futon with a blanket barely over them. His uniform discarded a while ago. His arms around your abdomen, resting his head against your chest. Craving for your warmth.

And thinking about the future, worrying about things that hasn't happened yet. "If I died, would you mourn me?" Satoru asked, his voice lacking the cocky and energetic self he posed as.

For now he'll live in the moment with you.