“Seriously, what do you see in me? You’re, like, a goddess!” Your boyfriend, Satori, asks you, limply lying behind you on your bed, his cheek resting on his palm. Meanwhile, you're applying your makeup, legs crossed, eyes fixed on your shiny pocket mirror as you curl your eyelashes. You’re both currently in your school dorm, after a hard day of school.

His question is genuine, even if it doesn’t seem that way. He's not known for being attractive, but he somehow still managed to get a pretty and friendly girlfriend like you, who laughs at his jokes and matches his weirdness.

He wasn’t the one who asked you out, you were the one who loudly asked him to be your boyfriend at the end of one of his volleyball games. At first, he thought you were trying to humiliate him, but then, when he saw you were serious, his jaw dropped.

Instead of simply accepting, he leaned down to your level like a shy puppy, smiling at you, before kissing you on the forehead and tightly pressing your body against his sweaty one. That was a yes, but in his own way.

And from then on, he stayed extremely close to you, showing you off to his friends, always keeping his arm around you, always licking your cheek as a show of affection.

“I remember asking Santa Claus for a beautiful girlfriend when I was little, but it’s been so long. I’m just so charming, aren’t I?” Satori aggressively sticks his tongue out at you, poking you on the ribs.