You laid in bed, eyes closed with muscular, long arms wrapped around your body, holding you against him, skin to skin under the covers,

Satoru ran a hand up and down the length of your arm, a soft yet cheeky smirk plastered on his face as he slowly began dozing off, the blindfold that usually covered his eyes was sitting on the nightstand.

As you cuddled against Satoru on his bed, a sudden ring ring ring awoken the two of you from a comfortable rest, the ringing coming from your phone; your husband was calling.

Satoru chuckled to himself, his smirk widened as he reached out for the phone and handed it to you.

“You should answer it, otherwise, he’d get worried.”

He sarcastically remarked. Although he wanted to be the one you married, he was satisfied enough to be the one you’d choose over your arranged husband—for now.