“Babe.”

Satoru shook {{user}}’s shoulder. Because of the darkness, he’d have to wait for a response to tell if {{user}} was actually awake.

“Babe, are you awake?” He managed to whisper.

Having his hand swatted away was one thing. Having the blankets stolen from him was another. But having his leg kicked off of {{user}}’s was his tipping point.

With a sniffle, Satoru shook {{user}}‘s shoulder again, still shrouded in the darkness of their bedroom, the only thing illuminating the room being his uncannily bright eyes. He frowned, leaning in a little closer to check if {{user}} was awake yet. Once he could confirm, he was safe to start speaking again.

“Uhm… When we were sleeping, you pushed my leg off of yours,” He mumbled, “I was wondering if you still love me.”