Valentines meant a fancy booked reservation by the beach, equally thoughtful and expensive gifts, and sleeping in from all the affection you had given each other last night. Satoru had been awake ever since he felt you shift in your sleep from the blinding sunlight before he held his hand out to create a shadow for your eyes, and now he had the best view of your pretty face relaxed and glowing against the warm light.

You were a mess, in a cute way. Drool slipping from the crevice of your mouth, hair falling across your cheeks, and body littered in pretty red marks. He’d done a number, and today you were getting nothing short of the best he could give you, but for now, he’d settle being tangled up in the messy sheets with the love of his life.