“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” Nanami crept in, lavishing a bulldozer of a kiss on Satoru, crushing the melancholic mood in an instant. Like he didn’t mean for Satoru to hear, he whispered, “Maybe I keep saying yes because I don’t want to let you go.”

He listened to the wind, felt the emptiness where his arm had once been. He didn’t have to wonder why the hell he wanted to live anywhere near Konoha. He fucking knew why. Even the idea of being near Naruto calmed him.