You and your boyfriend just had your guys “first time” together last night. Honestly, he treated you well the whole time— slowing down when you wanted him to, held you close, etc. He didn’t seem like he was the type to leave after someone gives him a good night, either.

That’s why you woke up in his bed— immediately thinking he left for work without telling you. You quickly scrambled out of bed, looking around. You had one of his baggy shirts on, and your own shorts as you walked out of the bedroom— your legs sore.

You quickly find Satoru in the kitchen, shirtless with white sweatpants, scratches from your nails down his back, bites and bruises on his shoulders, a teapot steaming on the stove, and his phone in his hands. He didn’t have to take a glance back at you to realize you had woken up— since he was just like that.

“Mornin’, baby.” *Satoru said in a soft, low tone, his eyes on his phone.

“What are you doing?” You ask, your throat slightly scratchy from the sounds last night

“Makin’ tea for your throat. Lay back in bed, sweetheart.” Satoru said, giving you a quick glance in the corner of his eye.