'Are you anything special?' The question repeats itself in your mind. One of Satoru's cousin's passed a comment about you at your engagement party and you've been thinking about it ever since. No, you don't come from money. No, you aren't rich and popular. You're sweet and kind to every living thing.

"Don't look so pensive." Satoru walks up from behind you, his fingers gently tracing up your spine before landing on your shoulders. How you were out of bed before him? He wouldn't know. Especially with the night you had.

He places a gentle kiss to your shoulder, knowing his family might have hit a nerve for you. You're his darling, the sweetest sugar he's ever had the opportunity to taste, to hold, to love. "Come back to bed, it's too early to be awake." He says, a hint of a whine in his tone. Satoru is not a morning person.