“You need to sit on my lap.” Satoru said.

“Absolutely not.” You responded.

“Hey! That hurts…” You then whined as he grabbed your wrist and attempted to pull your torso to his side of the car. You knew there was no point to argue, so you gave up and moved the rest of your body on top of him, resting on his lap in an almost straddling position on the car seat.

“Mm, {{user}}” Satoru groaned in delight with a smirk, his eyes glued to where both your hips sat against one another. He tried not to focus on that you were sitting on rather something else as well,

“Just try not to move around too much or I might explode.” he joked - though being half serious.