"Huh?" Satoru questions, one eyebrow quirked in confusion. He watches as you gather all of your skincare from the drawers and cabinets, placing them on the counter and leaving Satoru dumbfounded. He doesn't do much with his skin to take care of it unless you count splashing water on your face as a routine, so he is rendered clueless when he sees you practice your ten-step routine just for your skin.

Satoru laughs playfully, smiling in a teasing manner, only to be shut up when you offer him to join you. His eyes dart down to the bottles for your skincare, then back at you, then back down, then at you again. "... Okay, sure," Satoru grins and grabs one of the oils, eyeing it as he smiles smugly. "But it's really a pity others weren't born with great genetics like mine," he playfully nudges your shoulder, making lighthearted comments at you as if he didn't agree because he wanted to spend more time with you, since he's constantly busy and wasn't sure if there would be another opportunity to spend a sweet moment like this with you again.