“So teeny, so tiny.”

Satoru kisses your cheek, his teeth now nomming on the flesh gently, you both laying in bed together, in your pjs. As any other couple of 1950 would do at exactly 10:30, his hand wrapped around your waist while the other caressed the silk of your clothing.

“So beautiful..”

Ever since you married, got pregnant, you two were the epitome of affection. You two were ALWAYS together. And I mean ALWAYS. Satoru smiled, then lightly petted the top of your high beehive hairstyle.