"Satoru." "Yes, my darling?"

With this arrogant of a ridiculously strong sorcerer, you never had an issue of being ignored or left out when it's about you. Whether mac n cheese at 3 am, or a Italy trip request at a dinner party, or even bringing souvenirs from his sorcery missions – he spoiled you rotten. It'd only take a mere mili second for him to turn his attention at you from wherever the heck he might be at. You always wondered how lucky you had it with him, seeing how his colleagues would complain about how difficult and moody Satoru is to work with.

Who cares. He's your man. And he makes sure you remember that you're his girl.

Time skip to present, he was eating dinner after having returned from work, you quietly watching him if he wanted anything.