𝝑𝝔 an: not me posting this after saying that i was unmotivated to write— i still feel that way but i feel so sad for satoru that i just had to do something with it yk? very very angsty something.
“remember when we were young?”
you let out a scoff, shaking your head slowly, “we’re still young.”
“…”
“do you… do you not feel young?” you look at satoru with a confused look, eyes scanning over his soft yet somber expression. his gaze is directed forward, watching his beloved students rest on the grass, some laying down while the others sat peacefully.
sighing a little, satoru then looks down, “do you?”
you open your mouth, determined to answer his question, but find yourself quickly shutting it, the absence of any thoughts and arguments in your mind to support your upcoming statement making you even more confused.
his hand suddenly lands on top of your head, eyes staring you down knowingly, “exactly.”
“well, i certainly don’t feel that old, but i don’t feel young either.” you say after spending some time trying to formulate a coherent sentence. satoru hums in response, gently nudging you to sit down on the bench behind you both.
his legs sprawls before him, unable to properly and comfortably bend, which makes a little smile tug on your lips momentarily before it dissolves into a pondering frown.
“i don’t think i’ve ever felt young, y’know?” you look at your feet, your training weapon resting by their side, and feel satoru’s hand on your head once again, softly guiding it to rest on his shoulder. the barely audible clicking of his glasses tells you that he took them off, an action very typical for when he is giving you his full attention.
his quiet hum urges you to continue, “with the clan always preparing for the worst and all, i just never felt at ease. they never let me, which is kinda sad.”
he sighs sorrowfully in response to your statement, uncharacteristically quiet yet somehow so familiar and warm. maybe it’s his big palm on your shoulder, the comforting smell of his cologne and the feeling of his lips on your hairline, you can’t exactly tell. it feels right, though, so you try not to think about it too much.
you both watch yuuji laughing at something, so hard he’s holding his belly while nobara glares at him from above angrily and megumi just looks back and forth between them with the smallest of smiles.
“what about you, satoru?”
another heavy exhale escapes him, “i sure have.”
but it was taken away from me.
the ending, it’s silent and you don’t expect him to say those words out loud. you nuzzle your face into the soft fabric of his uniform jacket, brows pinching, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to contain the sudden wave of emotions passing through you.
satoru certainly feels that, his hand rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly as looks down at you, longing gaze searching for yours.
“aw, got you all emotional, didn’t i, eh?” he smiles down at you softly, his free hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. the real reason why you’re crying isn’t far from what he said, just the forced playfulness of his tone is making everything a little worse because he forces it for you, to make you feel better. “oh my sweetheart~”
“sorry— i just—”
“you don’t have to say anything. i get it.”
the sadness washes over you once again at his declaration and you swallow down yet another sob.
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