You always had issues with your body image and Satoru was no stranger to that.

Were you too flat?

Too fat maybe?

Satoru didn’t think so, he’d often compliment you. Though you often doubted him. “C’mon, tell me you’re pretty.” He said against your lips, your chest flush to his as you straddled his lap. His lips locked with yours again. “Say it, tell me you’re pretty, baby.”