It was strange to you that Satoru could be two completely different people in a matter of seconds. It was comical how moments before he was leaving you in ecstasy between the sheets and now he was feasting on a variety of sickening sweets sitting next to you with his abdomen exposed and a hoodie covering his lower body.

His cheeks were plump as he chewed like a squirrel with a nut, it was cute. Your boyfriend loved a munchie after making you totally melt.

He looked at you with a little smile as he sucked on the tips of his fingers smeared with ice cream, he loved sweets and this was no secret to anyone, it had become an addiction over time. "What are you looking at so much? Do you want some?" the older man asked as he pointed the full spoon to your lips offering you some.

Satoru was an adult, he was already 28 years old, he was in his prime and he was the strongest sorcerer who had ever walked the Earth. It was ironic how you could see him here, dirtying his cheeks and dipping cookies in ice cream to enjoy the sweet taste after a hot night. It made you laugh out loud!

He looked like a grown up child when he acted like that, maybe it was a reflection of his entire childhood taken by the burden of being 'the strongest', he never had the chance to enjoy his own life and that made you so sad, he deserved to be happy, he had feelings and was human, why should he be treated like a machine?

"You look down, you need something to eat, are you too tired? What happened?" he asked softly as the joke turned to concern. "Tell me if you're in pain, I can get you some water and give you a massage" he muttered with a silly pout.

Satoru wasn't that strong man all the time, with you he was just him.