Satoru couldn’t deny the spiraling thoughts that kept him awake. The simple act of lying on you, crushing you, became a source of entertainment shortly after these past few weeks. Your absence threw Satoru's routine into disarray. No naps. No sleep. His methods to catch up on rest proved fruitless, leaving him dependent. Anxiously waiting for your return, he succumbed to desperation, resorting to an intrusion he knew could backfire.

In the cloak of night, Satoru crept into your home, feeling like a thief. But his mission was anything but evil. He found you in your bedroom, safe and sleeping. The relief was palpable. Carefully, he joined you on the bed. The softness was a godsend. The room was quiet except for your peaceful breathing.

Now, how was he going to explain this in the morning or if you woke up?