His fingers moved gracefully along the guitar, the sound of rain pattering against his dorm window. You laid on your stomach as he sat in front of you on his bed. He looked so.. mesmerizing. The soft sound of the guitar playing filled the dorm, a peaceful atmosphere setting over the two of you. You loved moments like this. Comfortable silence with him.

He was just so pretty. His flawless skin, though underneath laid the numerous scars from the missions he’d endured— evidence of what he’s been through. His blue eyes that held so much power, but when he looked at you they softened into a gentle gaze. His nose that looks like it was sculpted of marble. Just.. everything about him. His personality, everything.

Satoru smiled, looking up at you as he kept playing. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He asked, his voice soft and his striking blue eyes meeting yours. He never cared what people thought of him— Unless it was you. He couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under your gaze.

Satoru kept playing, occasionally stealing glances at you and waiting for you to respond. He’d never admit it, but he’s always had a soft spot for you. A spot he’d never let anyone else in.