it wasn't uncommon for satoru to come home later in the evening. missions and meetings often filled his time, despite his obvious dislike towards the latter.

but was uncommon was how mopey he seemed after he came home this evening. practically dragging his feet, didn't even take off his blindfold before he had already buried his face in your stomach.

hands snaked around to hold your sides as his long legs hung off the side of the bed. he didn't even care enough to get on the bed the whole way.

he just needed you.