“It’s not nice to smack me while I’m already injured, y’know…” After a small training spar Satoru had with Yuji, he got a scratch on his stomach— it was like a paper-cut— and he acted like his body had just been severed in half! He may just be touch-starved… he did beg you to snuggle with him once he got out of his shower.

Satoru was currently snuggled in your lap, clinging to you like his life depended on you… so dramatic over a scratch. Your gaze was on Satoru as he whined like a dog begging for attention. God, your husband is needy. You gazed down on him, gently hitting his head again. “Stop…” He whined, glancing up at you with sad eyes.