“Babyyyy.”

For the past hour, you have been tormented by Satoru’s persistent whining.

Poking.

Prodding.

Pulling.

He was doing everything in his power to get the love and attention he felt he deserved from his lover, no matter how busy or stressed you were. How could you be busy or stressed when you had him nearby? That was his logic, anyway.

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His fingers pulled at your shirt, trying to get you to turn around; he just wanted to see your pretty face.

“Sweets? Honey? Baby? Sweetheart? Shortcake? My little sugar plum fairy lollipop?”

You were just about to smack the ever-loving shit out of him when he suddenly sighed and wrapped himself around you from behind. Almost instantly, you were filled with guilt. The poor man works endlessly, and you-

“Now that I have your attention.”

He suddenly pulled you, quite speedily, into bed, sitting you down in front of him while he sat in front of you. He looked giddy, the most excited he’s ever been.