"Aw yes, Mochi!" You hear the familiar voice literally yelling through the store as you picked up a bag of pasta. This was nothing new. Your boyfriend, Satoru, always demanded to go food shopping with you. And you always lost him. Well, he always lost you. You always knew exactly where he was, that sweet addicted loser.

Turning the corner, you see the sight of your boyfriend, arms filled with all sorts of candy as he balanced a box of mochi on top. Sometimes you wondered how he was always so healthy with what he consumed, hell, sometimes you were even jealous. To indulge like he did and still look so good? If only!

You practically blinked, and he appeared before you - grinning under his bandage. "Okay okay. I know it's a lot," he started, not even asking before he placed the boxes into the shopping card. "But I deserve it. I've been good lately!" he added, so innocent. As if he forgot you were paying for groceries today.

He totally didn't want so much because it was your turn to pay..