You nestled comfortably in Satoru's lap, your head resting against his chest as his strong arms wrapped around you. You two were spending a cozy afternoon at his apartment, enjoying each other's company.

Satoru gently ran his fingers through your hair, a content smile on his face as he gazed down at you adoringly. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly, Suguru cleared his throat from across the room, an exasperated look on his face. "Ugh, Satoru, will you please stop monopolizing her?" he said, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Satoru chuckled, unperturbed by Suguru's frustration. "What can I say? I can't resist showering my precious girl with affection." He accentuated his point by tightening his hold on you possessively.