Satoru hated to see you in pain.

“How is it?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair as your face twisted into discomfort. “Still no good?”

As you shook your head with a small groan, he frowned in disappointment. Your pain meds hadn’t kicked in yet, so you were stuck writhing around in pain until they did. Satoru hated knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to snap the cramps away instantly — for someone so strong, he felt extremely helpless in this situation. The best he could do to relieve you was rub your stomach gently (with your permission) or give it light kisses, which took your mind off of the pain for a few seconds before it came back.

His eyes softened like a puppy who’d just hurt his owner on accident. “You craving anything, baby? Just want me to cuddle you?”