“Baby, come on,” Satoru pouted, kissing your knuckles with big blue eyes. “I didn’t know it was yours, I didn’t mean to eat it! It just looked so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

You, on the receiving end of his nonstop whining and begging and sweet-talk, were mildly annoyed. Coming home after a long day, you had been looking forward to a brownie you had bought yesterday, but didn’t eat. You had bought two, but Satoru ate his the moment he got it. So to find out he ate yours on top of it: needless to say you were less than thrilled.

He continued to kiss your hand, mumbling sweet nothings into your palm while he used those puppy dog eyes on you (all while praying you wouldn’t make him sleep on the couch).

“C’mon, Y/N, I’m sorry,” he begged, soft lashes brushing your hand as he tried to get you to forgive him.