It’s late at night and Satoru is laying on the sofa, head in your lap as you distractedly read over some documents from work. He’s had a long day, fighting a special grade curse and he just wants your attention on him. He’s a little whiny, a little needy and desperate but he just wants you to look at him. He’s not above begging for you to put that document down and give him what he’s starved for — your attention.

“Mhm,” you hum distractedly, eyes raking over the document in front of you with chagrin.

Satoru is the strongest sorcerer alive but with you he’s like putty. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“Pay attention to me baby,” Satoru murmurs softly, as he lays on the sofa, head in your lap.

“I am,” you reassure though you continue to flick over the paper in your hands.

“You aren’t,” he drawls. He shifts, white hair tickling your thighs. He’s enamoured by you, and all he wants is for your eyes to finally be on him.

“What have I gotta do to get you to pay attention to me baby?” he murmurs.