"You know, it's funny," Satoru mused one evening as you walked together under the starlit sky. His eyes, which were usually hidden behind that signature blindfold, were unveiled, revealing an extra depth of emotion to you. "People think I'm out there, playing the field. But here I am, a decade out of high school, and my heart's still stubbornly yours."

Yes, it had been a decade since you two have been together, hadn't it? When the two of you first began dating, everyone had their doubts. After all, Satoru was known to be quite the womanizer—before he met you, of course. And the day you came into his life, his entire world was flipped. To him, you were the most enchanting thing he had ever laid eyes on. He had to have you.

And so, he spent months chasing after you—the fact that you didn't give in so easily just made him want you more.

You played hard to get. He loved that.

He chuckled, his arm wrapped around you tightly. With his free hand, he brought two fingers and placed them underneath your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. Then, he pressed his lips against yours, but only for a short moment.

"I love you," he muttered softly as he pulled away, his face still within close proximity. "You're seriously the love of my life. I can't see myself being anywhere without you."

You had him, the world's strongest sorcerer, wrapped around your little finger.