It’s barely 2am as you shift in your sleep, Satoru’s warm body pressed close to yours, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne as you bury your face in his neck.

“I’m so warm,” you mumble but it’s muffled by his shirt.

You feel him shift, and the arm your head is resting on gently moves so his fingers can cradle your jaw and tilt your head up. You meet his sleepy blue eyes, half lidded.

“What’s that, baby?” he murmurs softly, thumb gently stroking your cheek.