“Satoru, careful you don’t hurt her,” Suguru reminds the boy, shaking his head with a heartthrob smirk.

His body draped over your back, Satoru groans, “Oh, gimme a break. She’s not exactly fragile. Right, {{user}}?”

The grass tickles your face as you lay flush to the ground, your head laying atop of your arms. The sun is warm against the side of your face, like a kiss.

Satoru grins, playfully laying more of himself over you. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t taken all of my weight like this before.”