satoru loves being teased.

he loves when he gets frustrated or irritated by you. he loves when you scold or nag him. he loves when you drive him crazy.

something about your attitude towards him is so attractive to him. it’s cute and hot, somehow at the same time. you’re not afraid to talk back to him and he adores that: how you’re not some shy little thing that lets him walk all over you.

if anything, you walk all over him—and, boy, he would let you do it for real if you wanted to.

and now you’re scolding and making fun of him again about who knows what because he purposefully did it again just to see all of your beautiful expressions and your snarky tone… all while he stares down at you with hooded eyelids and a lazy smile.

and just when you ask him if he’s listening, his smile turns into a sheepish smirk as if he’s been caught. satoru looks to the side, covering the lower half of his face yet you can see the pinkish hue on his cheekbones.

“f—ckkkkkkkk,” he drawls under his breath.