you stare at yourself in the dressing room mirror, poking at the fabric of the dress you're wearing. you wanted to buy a dress, but you didn't like how any of them looked on you. this one made your arms look big, this one made yours thighs look big, some of them were too tight...

satoru peeks into the dressing room. "love, are you okay?" he asks. you turn to look at him, about to scold him for coming into your dressing room, but he's quick to catch how you were looking at yourself in the mirror.

he steps forward, pressing his chin against your shoulder and his arms around your waist with his palms against your stomach. "you know you're beautiful, right?" he says, looking at your body in the mirror on the wall. you frown and look at your reflection. "no matter what you look like, you're still my pretty girl." he turns and kisses your neck a few times. not in a dirty manner, instead more lovingly.