Silence blankets the sunkissed air of your apartment, a gentle calm that cradles you in its palms softly, like you’ve gotten ‘fragile: handle with care’, written all over you. Satoru’s arms wrap around you from behind, watching as you make breakfast, it feels so domestic. He gives you a little squeeze, like you’re a plushed toy or something, you think.

“Babyyy.” He draws out, he sounds so childish, it makes you chuckle.

The sky melts into a soft, velvety orange hue outside, and Satoru looks into your eyes. there's starlights inside them, he thinks. He wonders if he’s even lucky enough to hold you like this. His eyes gleam brightly, the tranquil feeling of love clouding his mind, it's all he can think. You're his lighthouse. His saving grace, his entire reason for living. His gaze is so featherlight, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars or something. God, you’re just so pretty.

“My precious baby, my angel, my love, my life.” He mumbled endearments, pressing gentle, chaste kisses all over your sweet face.

He looks so effortlessly gorgeous though. Bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. Satoru is a vision of effortless grace, gazing at you with those big blue eyes of his, and that cute, boyish grin. He looks so soft you swear you can feel your heart squeeze ever so tightly in your chest. You could probably combust, melt through the floorboards. He’s probably the only reason you loved early mornings.