“…”

Satoru stared at you in silence with his ridiculously gorgeous, bright blue eyes, his cheeks puffed as a handful of (your) sweets were shoved into his mouth. Again.

He was kneeling in front of the fridge, a bag of the sour gummy bears you bought for yourself in his right hand, with his left hand in the open bag itself.

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you, he just looked at you with his wide, unblinking eyes that shone like the sun, while you stared back at him.

He wasn’t worried that you’d be mad at him, because, after all, he knew that he could just burst out his irresistible puppy dog eyes that he knew you would give into. And if that didn’t work, (which he highly doubts), he’d just shower you with presents, he isn’t rich for nothing, anyway.