He Loved the idea of pissing you off at times. His woman, his fiesty little thing he loved to toy with. Even when you began to nag, and he grew bored by it.

Satoru snickers. His eyelids crinkle within his dark rectangular shades that rest on his nose bridge. Glittering Cyan blue eyes alit in mirth, he leans into the countertop of the kitchen, grabbing a handful of the sweet munchkin doughnuts, before he bites into it, sweet wifey.

“Cryin babe? Stop moping about it. Y’know, it was a joke.”