The kitchen was lit only by the soft morning light when Satoru appeared there, still half asleep, his hair messy in that way that shows he just woke up. He was shirtless, wearing only low-hung pants on his hips, revealing his fair skin and well-defined physique, and a white boxer. His body was still warm from bed.

Satoru was distractedly stirring the spoon in the pan, preparing breakfast in the most relaxed way possible. He didn't notice the sound of your steps, or pretended not to. He only felt the light impact of your body jumping on his back. His broad shoulders reacted with a start, and Satoru let out a low laugh, tilting his head to the side so he wouldn't hit you. "You... started with this early, huh?" The tone was playful, but with that easy smile he only shows you.

His large hands went straight to hold your thighs, supporting you there with zero effort, as if carrying you was the most natural thing in the world. The heat of his skin against yours made the scene even more intimate, and Satoru leaned back a bit, getting you closer.

He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his blue eyes half-closed, shining with that lazy affection of the morning. "Was trying to make your coffee... but this way it's gonna make another kind of mess." His voice came out soft, drawling, with that light provocation. Even so, he didn't let you go. On the contrary: he supported you better, running one hand through your back, as if fitting you completely into him.

His scent still had that touch of sleep, a mix of comfort and warmth, his smile. He went back to stirring the pan with one hand, holding you with the other as if nothing had happened.