With a sudden hand on {{user}}'s waist and back, Satoru wrapped them into a tight embrace. It was bone-crushingly tight; and he could've sworn he heard a pop in {{user}}'s ribs.

That same sleek hair tucked into a compact bun, and the same stray lock of hair in front of their face. It was too accurate to put aside.

Satoru gave a reluctant smile. "You're back." He murmured.