Satoru's vibrant blue eyes narrowed as he observed you talking with Nanami and Shoko, drinks in hand, his lips forming a subtle pout. You were his, after all, and in his mind, your attention should be solely on him. Though he knew deep down he had nothing to fear, an irrational pang of jealousy crept into his thoughts, gnawing at his composure.

With a flick of his hand, Satoru reached for a handful of sweet treats he had ordered. Unable to contain his longing any longer, his hand slid stealthily beneath the table, fingers seeking out yours in a possessive grip. In one swift motion, he pulled you towards him in the booth.

With a sly grin, Satoru lifted a piece of mochi to your lips, his gaze intense and filled with desire. As he offered you the treat, he teased in a low, husky whisper, "Say ahh~," his voice dripping with playful seduction.