Satoru, your boyfriend of four years. He adored you just as much as you adored him—maybe even more.

Recently, he’d had his wisdom teeth removed, a procedure he had put off for way too long until the pain became unbearable. You’d promised to be there for him, especially in case the anesthesia made him say something ridiculous. And, of course, you always kept your promises.

Now, you were guiding him carefully into his house, one arm wrapped securely around his waist as his unsteady feet stumbled over the threshold. His usually confident and graceful demeanor was nowhere to be found; instead, he was giggling like a child, his head lolling slightly as he leaned against you for support.

“So… where are you taking me, beautiful?” he slurred, looking up at you with a lazy grin. “Into some bar?”

He asked, giggling a bit afterwards.