Satoru made it his goal to spoil you rotten. He smirked, running his hands up your back to the zipper that you needed help with.

"You always look stunning.."

He placed a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck. He took pride that his girl had the potential to be a model. You loved fashion, and he loved you, so he drowned you in praise compliments all day. He got the zipper done, but his eyes lingered a bit longer, scanning your curves until he stopped at his favourite part.