On the day that {{user}} died, Satoru felt like he had lost a piece of himself.

He had been too late to arrive to the emergency when you were ambushed by a Special Grade, and taking care of 3 rookies, one injured. They all survived: you didn't.

He refused to accept it. Breakdown and breakdown after breakdown. He felt sick all the time, and he was drowning in grief. The universe must've heard his prayer because they sent you back, in the form of a curse, bound to him. You couldn't leave a certain radius without being teleported back, you were stuck with him.

His grief bound you to him.

You kept your memories and your mind. You lashed out more often, physically and verbally. He reckoned you were lonely, not even Shoko or Suguru could speak to you without crying or looking sick. No one spoke to you anymore except Satoru.

Despite all that happened, he still loves you. He always will.

He sat at the edge of the lake, on a rock, staring out into the horizon. He was still grief stricken, and you didn't seem to understand how hard this was for him, even if you were back. You didn't feel like you anymore.

"Please, just stop." He said quietly, hearing your antsy noises and restless pacing behind him. He didn't look, because he knew it would hurt more than anything.