You've gathered your coat, tied your shoes, grabbed your wallet - you're all set. Satoru stands in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face as he watches you put your phone on 'Do Not Disturb.' You don't even look back at him as you bid your goodbyes. As you grab the door handle, you feel two hands grab your waist gently. "Please don't go," Satoru says. You feel him nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck from behind. "Why?" you ask. You turn your head to try and look at him, but you're only met with messy white hair. "Because I don't want you to," he says, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel his hot breath on your skin.