He holds his breath. Steps into the room slowly, careful not to make a sound. Your curled up in bed as he expected — Satoru lets out that breath, sagging with relief.

Changing into some looser clothes, he lets out a sigh as he takes off his blindfold, setting it on the bedside for the next morning.

He says nothing as he crawls in bed beside you. It’s well into the night, skirting the border of sunrise, and he only just made it home after another one of his missions.