It was currently the night before Christmas, snow gently fell outside the back door, leading to the backyard in which the family sat around the fireplace, burning with bright flames. Meanwhile you were inside just cooking up some snacks while Satoru’s arms were wrapped around your waist, he had his face buried into your shoulder and you guys weren’t talking much. He suddenly let go and gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving the back door in a grey t-shirt that said “Grumpy’s debate team we’re right you’re wrong debate over.”