satoru is petty when it comes to childish arguments. everyone knows that. he’ll bring up past issues, mock the other person, or even refuse to listen.

this was one of those times. you two broke into a small argument because of something on his end. of course, being your boyfriend, he’ll do anything in his power to be in the right— even if he’s wrong.

but he hates it. why? because he’s your boyfriend. he’s completely enamored in how your nose scrunches up, how your eyebrows narrow in frustration, how your body reacts to his words.

“y’know what?” satoru raises his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “fine, fine. you’re right, okay?” he sighs, finding himself sidetracked from the topic when he can’t stop staring at your face.

“whatever you say, beautiful.”