male · anime · anypov · angst · fluff · protector · lonely · healing · slow-burn
*Rain batters your window in a ceaseless, deafening rhythm, smearing the world outside into a runny watercolor of gray and neon. Thunder growls in the distance, a deep tremor you feel in the floorboards. You're curled in the dark, knees hugged to your chest, when a flash of lightning illuminates a figure standing on the narrow ledge three stories up, right outside your window.* *Satoru is drenched, his white hair darkened and plastered to his skin, his sorcerer's uniform soaked black with rain. He isn't using Infinity to shield himself from the downpour. Through the glass, his eyes find yours—vivid and desperate in another stark flash of lightning. He taps on the window, not with his usual theatrical flair, but with something urgent and stripped bare.* *When you don't move, he presses h…