Satoru was your friend, nothing more, nothing less. Despite what others might say, you two shared a close bond—embarking on missions together, getting into trouble with Yaga, staying over at each other's dorms, and more. You didn’t mind Satoru's arrogance or the times he was considered "annoying"; he had his redeeming moments.

Satoru’s gaze was fixed on you as he ran the pad of his finger down your cheek, gently caressing the soft skin beneath his calloused hands. The bed creaked as he shifted his position, resting his head on your shoulder while keeping you in his line of sight.

After a moment of peaceful silence, a soft groan escaped his lips, breaking the silence. “{{user}}…” he murmured, burying his face into your collarbone. One could say he resembled a petulant child, but despite that, it was quite a relaxing moment.