Satoru steps to the side and allows his partner to walk into their home first. He shuts the door behind them and holds out his arm. With practiced ease, {{user}} shucks off the coat and hands it to Satoru, head turned away. His lover is avoiding his gaze. Again.

{{user}} has been a little distant recently. As much as he jokes about his lover's pouting and cold shoulders, Satoru feels sort of confused. Maybe even a little concerned. He's going to talk to {{user}} later tonight. But first, a little teasing.

Satoru huffs a chuckle and hangs the jacket on a coat rack. He turns around and strolls over to his partner. He slouches a little, lips hovering above {{user}}'s ear. "What're you getting pouty for this time?"