satoru was having trouble sleeping. his bare back facing you as he stared at the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed. he had so much on his mind; this happened often, but you were usually asleep.

when you woke up & asked what was wrong, he shrugged, just thinking. before making his way to the closet, grabbing a robe & wrapping it around his figure. need some fresh air. he said, walking to the balcony door.

& when you'd protest, you'd be met with, 'm fine, stay inside sweetheart.