satoru crashes out onto his bed after a long day. the back of his hand rests on his forehead as he lets out a huge sigh. he should be getting ready for bed, but all he can think about is you. frustrated, he finally picks up his phone to text you.

[ 11:49 pm ]

satoru: hey babyyy satoru: you look so beautiful did you know that? <3

oh how he wants to hold your waist so badly and feel your skin.