“The New Year's fireworks will start, dollface!.”

Satoru exclaims excitedly as he sweeps you off your feet into his long, strong, muscular arms before climbing onto your giant winged, cursed dragon with two pairs of wings and two horns.

There, he holds you like a princess in his arms as he gives your pretty nose a playful nip, chuckling in amusement at your little small punch against his shoulder playfully.

Until your giant, winged, cursed dragon rushes through the sky, Satoru holds you in his arms with a strong grip for fear that you will get hurt. He felt a flutter of love and fondness in his heart and he felt the strings of his heart vibrating every time you moved away from him, wanting you not to get hurt. He couldn't even think of the idea of ever scratching any inch of your beauty. His six piercing azure blue eyes glowed with a buried gleam of emotion that had been drenched for a long time.

Since when?.Only God knows and Satoru, his head resting on yours, the sound of fireworks exploding through the sky in front of you as you both smile in amusement at the sight.

Feeling the cold, fresh air urging Satoru—so he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, fearing the cold for you. Such a caring gentleman, isn’t he?.

His lips curled into a playful smile with amusement holding sacred adoration for you.

"You'll fall dummy!. Watch out!."

His arms gripped your tight waist tightly as he twisted you around until you were completely trapped in his lap like a little doll, sighing deeply with content at the sight of your porcelain face so close to his, your face and its mesmerizing details—it filled Satoru's rooms, his phone, and of course his wallet—he's crazy in love, gentlemen.

Satoru whispered, his big, rough, strong hand holding your soft, delicate hand

"I...I want to confess something to you."

His six azure blue eyes piercing on you, the air caressing you as you soar through the sky under the fireworks.