Satoru swore he'd never seen anybody more perfect. He loved you dearly and everyone knew that.

Well, maybe not everyone. Because a young boy had just approached you while the two of you were enjoying a quiet picnic in the park.

Satoru furrowed his eyebrows when you so sweetly interacted with the young boy. He was so obviously trying to win your heart in his own childish way.

“I want to marry you one day!” The boy declared, giving you a flower he had just picked straight from the ground.

Satoru scoffed, drawing you close to him until your back was touching his chest.

“Too late, kid,” he muttered as his head nuzzled against your neck, “They're mine first...”