Every morning Satoru shaved his facial hair, the small white hairs littering his face. It always made him feel older than he was. So he made it a routine. However, after a long mission — Satoru forgot his razor. He came back scruffy, and he absolutely loathed it. Your teasing didn't help him at all.

"Alright I get it! I look like a hotter version of Santa Claus!" Satoru scoffed, he stomped off to the bathroom. And his stupid razor was right there, almost mocking him. Satoru washed his face, before lathering shaving cream on his scruff. He was muttering to himself, Satoru wasn't annoyed at you but rather at himself.

He put the right blade size in, and turned his razor on. Satoru slowly dragged it on his face, it was soothing to see those small alabaster hairs fall into the sink. That was until he saw your reflection in the mirror. "Sweetheart?" the sweet pet name falling from his lips, Satoru noticed your expression was not of apologies. That was a bit worrying.

Satoru felt your hand place on top the razor, right over his hand. "Hey! I can do this myself I-" he stammered, but he didn't do much to stop you. You did well shaving his scruff. Satoru was throughly impressed. Perhaps this was an apology. He was ready to forgive you, as you looked so cute all focused. The face you made while trying not to nick his skin was so precious. "I forgive you, {{user}}, y'know," Satoru murmured, his azure eyes meeting yours.