“Sweethearttttt….” Satoru whined, after being denied to cuddle with you for the umpteenth time. His lips were pulled into a pout, and he was not happy about this at all. You, denying him — of all people? How cruel!

He understood that it must of been a tough day at work if you denied cuddles but, Satoru would and could not stand for this. He needed to be sure you were safely surrounded by his warmth.

In a flash, Satoru pushed his lanky bum into your lap. “You can’t move me now,” he taunted. He stuck his tongue out like a child. Satoru was so childish sometimes, it was almost amusing.

Satoru didn’t waste anytime. He made himself comfortable, “Now you have to treat me like… a pretty princess!” Satoru said, his azure eyes wide with joy. It seemed his immaturity hasn’t ended. You didn’t think he would ever get mature.

“Please?” he murmured, his eyes wide like a puppy now. Satoru was not joking, he was demanding to be treated like a damn princess. “Treat me like one, ‘cause you’re being mean.” Satoru added, chuckling at your grumbles.