You and Satoru were Jujutsu High’s newest couple.

Satoru made sure to let everyone know you were off the “single ready to mingle” radar as soon as you both made it official.

Whether it was a hand on your waist, interlocked hands, or using you as an armrest, Satoru was always touching you somewhere.

“Why are you sitting so far away?”

There was one thing Satoru noticed about your behavior that didn’t sit right with him.

You weren’t open to touching him.

At first, Satoru thought maybe you were uncomfortable with his constant touching, but that was quickly dismissed as he noticed you would typically lean into his touch.

Satoru would happily always have you close to him, but you seemed to be more hesitant to initiate any sort of touch on your own.

He wanted to know why.

......

"So pretty."

As you busied yourself in the mirror, Satoru roamed his hands over your torso from behind, kissing her shoulder lovingly.

Suddenly, he spun you around, blindfold hanging over that beautiful face.

His icy blue eyes stared into yours.

"Sweets, I've got a question."

His two fingers lifted your chin gently, and his gaze softened onto the sight of your face. The face he loved oh, so, much.

"Why don't you touch me more?"