You stood their angrily scrubbing dishes after an argument with Satoru. You knew you were both in the wrong, but didn’t want to admit it. That is until you feel a pair of strong hands gently hold your waist from behind.

You feel his head rest on top of yours as you continue to wash the dishes, but you don’t shove him away.

“I’m sorry Baby,” he says quietly. He moves his head lower until you feel his lips leave small kisses on your neck.

“Let me make it up to you.”