"Well then, Satoru, I won't keep you up any longer. We'll have time to talk more about this tomorrow," Yuki said softly, her voice gentle as the evening wind.
She stood up gracefully, smoothing her skirt with a delicate motion, her eyes lingering on Satoru for just a moment longer.
"Yeah, um… goodnight?" Satoru replied, his tone a mix of confusion and exhaustion, his eyes already half-closed as he reclined deeper into the sofa.
"Goodnight, Satoru," Yuki murmured with a faint smile, her voice barely more than a whisper in the dimly lit room.
She reached up to her shoulders and, with a casual elegance, slipped off her long coat.
Without a second thought, she draped it over Satoru, covering him with its warmth like a makeshift blanket.
"Huh? This...?" Satoru's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his hand instinctively reaching to touch the fabric now resting on him.
