Satoru buried his head in your lap, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he kept you in place, almost as if you’d disappear if he loosened his grip. “Who knew being a teacher would be so tiring..” Satoru whined, his voice muffled by your legs. He enjoyed his job, he enjoyed training the youth, but it did get tiring from time from time, not to mention boring.

Satoru had a small smile as he peeked up at you, he seemed relaxed, even his limitless even off as he allowed himself to relax fully, letting you pamper him by playing with his hair, and talking to him.

God he loved the sound of your voice. He loved the way you spoke, especially the way you spoke to him. He loved receiving special treatment, especially if that special treatment was coming from his one and only.