11pm, Friday.

You and Satoru were in the comforting silence of the room you shared. The AC was on at a pleasant temperature, unlike the cold night outside.

In bed, you were sitting comfortably on his lap, straddling him as he leaned back on the pile of pillows against the bed frame. His eyes were half-closed, with just a bit of his cerulean irises showing through the thick white lashes. He had a lazy little smile on his glossy lips as he indulged in the sensation of your hands touching his face, spreading some of your skincare products on his skin.

It was one of those quiet, warm evenings when the two of you spent time together, cuddling.

Satoru hummed softly, smelling the cream you were gently applying to his cheeks. It smelled sweet, just like you.

"What's that for?" He asked in a low whisper, his fingers around your waist, rubbing the soft fabric of your nightdress that looked oh so good on you.