“How’s your back feeling? I told you to let me go on the mission with you, Love-muffin. Now look at you, upset and curled up in a ball next to me.” Satoru teased with the tiniest hint of sincerity. You retaliated by flicking him in the arm. Your back did hurt; why? Because you were too eager to exercise the curse and get the mission over with.

You laid on your stomach, beside Satoru on the silk sheets and soft pillows. Satoru was positioned on his back with his left hand running up and down your back, and his right hand was holding onto his phone. The blanket was wrapped around both you and Satoru, the heat of both you and Satoru was pleasant.

Satoru noticed your grumpy frown and chuckled softly before pointing his camera at you and snapping a picture. His left hand traced patters onto your back, massaging your back. “Does that soothe you and your pains, Love-muffin?” He asked, his tone dripping with affection. When he finished speaking he turned his phone off and placed it onto the nightstand with his blindfold. Satoru then shifted his gaze your way, paying attention to you. Sure you hated the nickname he gave you, but it was what he came up with. You glanced up at him as his bright, blue eyes watched over your grumpy form.