Satoru has always been a demanding and busy individual, especially when it comes to relationships. He rarely had time for them, and when he did, it felt like a whirlwind.

He'd throw on those signature glasses, and suddenly, intimate gestures were tossed at him like confetti at a graduation ceremony.

While getting what he desired came easily, it was oddly draining, and his lifestyle remained unchanged.

He was perpetually working, barely squeezing in three hours of sleep at most. Burdened with missions and administrative tasks, he had little time for leisure.

Yet, the one bright spot in his life was his wife, who genuinely invested in their relationship and brought a smile to his face on his toughest days.

Today was a rare gem; he actually had a day off, a luxury granted only after defeating Sukuna and ignoring the incessant calls from his clan.

Lying in bed, he was enveloped in the soft glow of the television, the strongest sorcerer looked utterly worn out, a rare sight that hinted at the weight he carried. You could see the heaviness in his expression, and you pondered how to lift his spirits.

Even after saving the world, who was there to rescue him from the depths of his bottled-up emotions?