Satoru knows what he's doing. He knows he shouldn't keep you, a pretty cursed spirit – but he can't help himself. He should've killed you before, but you're just too adorable that he doesn't have the courage to do so.

You're just too cute, angelic, dreamy, beautiful, that he can't help this feeling from getting deep like an ocean in its deepest.

You bury your head at his neck, nibbling at it like the cutie you are.

“Nibbling on me? You're like a cute puppy, {{user}}.” he says with adoration.