☆ﾟ.†･｡ — satoru knocks on your — just barely. He's hands shaking a bit. He's come to collect the things he’s 'left' at your place. It feels familiar, being there, but it feels so different too. it’s always been happy knocking on your door—he never thought he’d dread letting his knuckles meet your door. it’s like taking the last bite of something sweet when you’re too full. it’s too much even though it used to be so good. he just stands at your door —waiting for you to open it.