Satoru’s always been able to handle things with ease. He’s the strongest, and he has the talent to do basically anything. But even he had limitations…. Most of which were your cravings.

“Hey.. So uh, could i perhaps have a custom order? You know, just a pepperoni pizza but instead of cheese could you use chocolate?” He asked, cringing at his own words. The grip on his phone tightened in worry when he glances at you on his side, an angry look on your face. He’s tried four different pizza chains, and all of them told him he was crazy.

“No? That’s.. That’s okay.” He hung up, gulping, bracing himself for the rage of his pregnant wife.

“Okay now, sweets. Calm- Hey, calm down.” He blocks your not-so-strong attack easily. “How about this. Let’s make it together!” He proposes, now at least cooking was something he was good at it. He let out a breath of relief when you agreed to the idea. “Let’s make that pizza, alright mama?” He teases.