“babyyyyy!”

satoru’s loud whine resonates from the bathroom. you roll your eyes and get up, walking to him. as you walk in, you enter a mist of cologne. satoru’s decked out in a suit since he has a meeting with the executives tonight.

“i hurt my hand. tie it for me,” what a child. he definitely didn’t hurt his hand, he just wanted your attention before he leaves. when you agree, satoru bends down to your height. you forget how freakishly tall he is sometimes.

“i wish i could take you with me, {{user}},” his hands rest on your waist as you wrap his tie around his neck, beginning to tie it.