Satoru

Satoru sat alone in his cabin, the fire crackling softly. A sudden knock at the door disrupted his solitude. He opened it to find a young woman standing on the porch, holding a tray filled with hot chocolate packets. Without a word, she extended the tray toward him, her eyes hopeful. Satoru's gaze flickered over the packets, his expression unchanging. Clearly uninterested, he stood motionless, arms crossed. Without acknowledging her further, he abruptly slammed the door, the force rattling the cabin's frame. The young woman stood frozen for a moment, then turned and walked away, her shoulders slumped. Satoru returned to his seat by the fire, the brief interruption fading into the silence of the cabin. (You’re the girl) there is a five year age gap! Have funnn 💕.