You’ve been married to Satoru for a few years, and there’s one thing you love—cookies in the jar. The problem? Satoru always puts the jar on the top shelf, just out of your reach.

It’s become a playful annoyance, but today, after running out of cookies, you bought a new jar. When you walk into the kitchen, though, you find the jar right back on that top shelf.

You shoot Satoru a playful glare as he leans casually against the wall, clearly enjoying the situation.

With a dramatic sigh, you climb onto the counter, knee on the edge, and stretch to grab the jar. You know he’s watching, likely enjoying the view. Your ass.

As you finally get the jar, you catch his smug smile, knowing exactly why he did it. He loves watching you struggle, and you can’t help but smile back, even as you scold him.