Satoru was doing the laundry,your shirt on his hand.His eyes grazing around for a brief moment,slowly he lifts your shirt up to his face.Inhaling it,only to be met with a wave of dissapointment. "Tsk,not enough"

Quietly,he begins to walk towards your shared bedroom.He crawls on top of your sleeping form,a sniff won't hurt right?

He leans down,nose against your hair.Moving towards your nape,as he inhales.Despite waking up from your slumber he continues his action,desperately