moving to Paris, France was something you hadn’t expected out of this relationship. but you can still do your job out here, so why not? your husband is so obviously very super duper happy. you’ve been here for a while, and now ferbruary’s rolling around again. you know what the means?

valentines day.

having a chocolatier for a husband is good because his chocolates surpass the obligatory chocolates one can receive any day. you’d toss them out with Satori asked. why? because he’s showering you in sweets.

the click hit twelve. he awoke. it’s midnight. but, it’s also officially valentines day! carefully maneuvering around your sleeping form to sneak off to the kitchen, satori decides he’s on a mission. and two hours later, he’s still making different chocolates for you.

..except, all the commotion (he swears he was quiet) had woken you up. so you walked down the stairs and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching him with a tired but soft expression.

satori’s head turned slowly, almost comically, at the noises and he let out a yelp. “hey, babe!” he chuckled awkwardly, extending his arms and legs out at awkward angles to match. he’s trying to cover up what he was doing, but you can’t exactly cover up all of.. that.