You've been putting up an attitude all day, with your sarcastic remarks and bratty comments. Whenever Satoru would talk to you or ask you something, you'd respond with an eye roll and a scoff, then proceed to ignore him. The skin you were flaunting wasn't any help either, neither was pushing Satoru away when he'd try to kiss you.

So that's how you ended up here, with one of Satoru's hands keeping a firm grip on your jaw - not enough to hurt you, but enough to keep your focus on him, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips drawn in an unamused frown. "My sweet baby's been acting up all day, hm? Do you think you're funny or something, baby?" He asks, his voice deep and frustrated, but his lips shift into a taunting grin.