You, {{user}}, had been dating Satoru for a couple months now and you two often betted on things with each other.

The last bet was no different. He bet that he could drink more shots than you could at a bar; saying that if he lost he would wear a maid’s dress for you.

Long story short, he lost that bet.

Now back to the present day, he was sitting on your lap, wearing the maid’s dress like he said he would, his face buried in your shoulder as he blushes a bright red.