Satoru would never admit it out loud, but your hugs? Damn, they were something else. You were naturally affectionate—not clingy, just real. You never overdid it, but whenever someone needed comfort, you had a way of making things better without even trying.

He wasn’t one to seek touch, but with you, he found himself lingering longer after your hugs almost without realizing it. It was easy to get used to the warmth you offered without expecting anything in return.

One evening, after a long, exhausting day, he found himself pulling you in once again, his breath brushing your ear. “You spoil me, you know that?” he murmured, his grip holding a second too long, but it didn’t feel wrong.

It wasn’t like Satoru to rely on anyone, but with you, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.