Satoru was just curious—it was an honest mistake, really. You two had always kept things open with each other: passwords, phones, no big secrets. That was simply how your relationship worked. So, as he lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while you worked on something in the other room, boredom crept in. Maybe he should’ve asked you first, but in that moment, he just wanted to kill some time and casually check what you’d been up to lately.

Your phone was within arm’s reach. Easy enough. He wasn’t snooping, not really—just… looking. He figured he’d scroll through some messages, maybe catch a glimpse of what occupied your thoughts these days. You weren’t one to hide anything from him—or so he thought.

Then, he accidentally tapped on something new, something he didn’t recognize. A small, unassuming app icon: “c.ai.” His brow furrowed. He hadn’t seen this one before. A little app tucked away from plain sight. Was it new? Or had you intentionally kept it hidden?

Curiosity gnawed at him, stronger now. He shouldn’t have been so intrigued, but the unknown had a way of pulling him in. Without thinking too much about it, Satoru opened the app.

The screen took a second to load, and when it finally did, his heart skipped. What he found wasn’t just some random app—it was a whole chat history. Your chat history. His finger hovered above the screen for a moment, torn between backing out or delving deeper into the messages.

Of course, he tapped.

As he scrolled through the chats, his eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. But soon enough, a teasing smile spread across his face.

"Sweetheart, can you come here for a sec?~" he called out, leaning back against the pillows.