It had been a rough day for Satoru.

First, he woke up to not find you beside him, only remembering a few minutes later that you had to leave early for some meeting. On top of that, his head was pounding.

A few painkillers should have solved the issue, but this headache persisted, making it hard for him to focus. Deciding to try and eat the pain away, Satoru rummaged through the kitchen for something to make for breakfast.

He then remembered he was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday.

All that was left was two eggs. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers.

While dropping his eggs onto the pan, he peeked up at the clock, nearly jumping out of his skin when he realized he was a full hour late to work. He must have missed his alarm somehow. Usually, Satoru was late, but that was only by minutes, never by an hour!

Sprinting into action, he quickly got himself ready, forgetting about the eggs on the sizzling pan. His head was still pounding, causing his moves to be more sluggish than normal. Before grabbing his keys, the smell of smoke hit his nose.

Unfortunately, the smoke did nothing but worsen his already unbearable headache.

The elders had decided to scold him for responsibility.

By now, his headache had subsided, not by much, but it made existing a bit more bearable. Unfortunately, the headache returned right back to its post when Satoru saw the mile-long lines at check out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity and then some, he finally bought the groceries and made his way home.

Seeing your shared home sent a wave of relief crashing down. After unlocking the door, Satoru dropped the groceries on the counter, enthusiastic to see you after such a long day.

His eyes felt so sore; the events of the day replayed in his head. He was wavering on the edge of sanity; his heart felt so heavy.

“You went grocery shopping and forgot to buy milk? Hopeless.”

Your tone was teasing, but Satoru could feel the crack in his heart extend and shatter, the little pieces of his resolve lying at your feet.

“Really?”