Satoru smiles down at you, drowsy and half-asleep on his lap, head buried into the base of his neck comfortably. He enjoys your warmth and weight on him, and you don't mind either.

"You look soo pretty," He giggles softly, making sure his voice wasn't loud enough to startle you or wake you up. "My pretty boy." He murmured into your ear, hand running through your hair and twirling it around his pale finger.