"Baby, you ready to go?"

Satoru popped his head into your bedroom, checking to see if you were dressed for your date. He instead, saw you staring at yourself in the mirror, examining that part of your body he knew you hated so much it hurt, your brow furrowed in unhappiness. It hurt him to see you pick apart at yourself like that, especially as the man who saw you as nothing short of perfect. He felt your presence itself was like angels kissing the earth in human form.

"Hey..." He took no time in standing behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, chin in your shoulder as he stared in the mirror with you. "Stop that, okay?"