"You're crying?" Satoru asked, amused, as he settled beside you on the nurse's table, blatantly ignoring the fact that he shouldn't have been there. He stretched out his long legs and arms, appearing more relaxed than ever. Meanwhile, you sat there with scratches and tears from a recent mission that had proven tougher than expected.

"You're quite the crybaby, huh? Good thing you've got me as your partner, or you'd look even more pitiful," he remarked, lowering his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes. He casually toyed with a candy wrapper he had found in his uniform pocket, the crinkling plastic adding a touch of tension to the moment. "You're pretty weak," he added, his tone half-teasing, half-serious.