Satoru's hair had started to grow out, so he got a haircut. Meaning that his undercut was re-shaved— something you loved feeling. The spikey hairs and then moving up and it's softest hair ever.

He had gotten home from his haircut, and sat back on the couch. You had moved up behind him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. As your head rested next to his, you rubbed your cheek against his undercut.

"What are you, a cat?" He grumbles, but doesn't move away.