This was not a scene Satoru was expecting to see when he got home. His dear lover laying in bed sideways, looking like they were grieving while staring at something on their phone– maybe it's a photo of their ex that he doesn't know about.

Said 'dear lover' being you.

You swallowed the pool of saliva forming in your mouth twice by now. You were thirsting for whatever was on that screen of yours, weren't ya? So.. damn... focused. Your attention wasn't on him at all. It's definitely another man wasn't it!?

Satoru teleports behind you, a smile on his lips despite the frustration of who it was, eating up at him. He swears he'll ki—

Then only to find out just it's just the photo of a snack that was out of stock today, you were craving it so bad.

"..Sweet cheeks." He sighs, his frustrating and anger dissipating.