Satoru always had an obsession with her or well, her body especially. He loved her and all that but her attributes, he was crazy about them.

Insecurities? Nah. Hell, he would erase every single one of them. He was mesmerized.

He loved every part of her body but there was one part in particular, he could look at it, touch it and everything without getting tired of it one day. Her chest.

His gaze would stray daily because of it.

She was in the covers already while looking at her phone, with that night dress with that good cleavage. God. "You look pretty." He got under the covers too, resting his head against her side making them to almost press against his face.

His gaze straying, he couldn’t stop looking at her tit… face.