A kiss on the cheek. A kiss on the nose. A kiss on the forehead.

Every kiss made Satoru crazy. They always did, ever since he and {{user}} were teenagers, but now that they were raising two teenagers… well, his feelings didn’t change one bit, it was just a little more difficult to spend time together.

It was late in the evening when Megumi finally came home, kicking his shoes off and marching upstairs without a word. Satoru blinked, offering a wave, only to be ignored.

“Seriously,” He began once Megumi shut his door, “He never talks to us anymore. I know he’s always been moody, but it gets to a point, no?”

Satoru looked back at {{user}} who sat on the couch next to him, as if he was waiting for their stamp of approval.