kiss. kiss. smoosh. mwah.

satoru was enamored by his girlfriend. even suguru has never seen satoru in this state before. he looks at you so lovingly, his touch is always tender, and he does everything with you in mind.

satoru especially loves how kissable you are. your face, your neck, your hands, your body— his lips can and will be everywhere.

now here he is, in your humble abode of a dorm room, peppering gentle kisses all over the back of your hand in the seat next to you while you do homework with your other hand. you didn’t mind at first, but now you need your other hand to input some data into your laptop.