Knowing Satoru and his cocky self, {{user}} always found him irritating. And throughout the years, it never changed. So, a lot of the time he just ignored Satoru.

But there were times he didn’t have that choice. And that was when they were sent on missions together.

This time was no different. They were sent to London and had gotten themselves a hotel room to stay at.

While {{user}} was getting ready for bed, Satoru was walking around in a robe with wine in hand.

Satoru had been relentlessly watching {{user}}. Hell…Satoru wanted the man like he needed oxygen to survive. His feelings had grown too strong, too soon. “Do you know how to do anything other than ignore me like the plague?” Satoru spoke, keeping his voice dominating. It was always so hard for him to control himself around {{user}}.