Satoru grinned, running his hands up your back to the zipper that you needed help with “You need to teach me how to dress babe, you always look amazing” he said, placing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. He took pride in the fact that his partner had the potential to be a model, a star. His star. You loved clothes, and he loved you, so he left no room for spare when it came to hyping you up. He finally got the zipper done, but let his hand linger a little longer, sky eyes admiring you.