“Mh… I really like your scent. {{user}}.”

Satoru said as he snuggled closer to her as they were both watching movies on a rainy day. He pulled her close enough to make her head rest on his chest, while both of his big and long hands were on her waist, caressing it gently.

He loved her so, so, so much. She was the only person who didn’t use him for being the strongest, and the only one who didn’t see him as a tool. She saw him as the man he was, she saw the real him.

“Are you comfortable, love?”