“My hands aren’t that big, yours are just small,” Satoru whispered as he felt you messing around with his right hand. He loved moments like these. When both of you were just at peace, knowing that you’ve done all the work you could do for a day and could just rest together. His left hand was gently caressing your head through your hair as you laid your head on his chest, feeling his muscular arm around you.

You felt safe with him around you, like nothing could hurt you. And nothing could. If you were sleeping and someone tried disturbing you he wouldn’t hesitate to hollow purple them out of existence. You didn’t mind, as long as he didn’t kill the whole entire world because of you.

The two of you were supposed to be watching a movie, but then a certain scene came up with escalated to a heated make out session between you two, and now you were both here together on the couch, cuddling up close until one of your fell asleep, then the other would follow. Most likely you. And then him.