One thing you’ve noticed about Satoru is that ever since the two of you have started dating, he’s had an odd fixation on your thighs. If you’re sitting next to him, his hand’s on your thigh - rubbing circles, squeezing, poking, the whole thing. On his lap? His hands are on your thighs, holding on to them with a grip so tight you’d think he was trying to restrain you.

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Satoru grumbles, his cheek resting on your thigh as he continues on about whatever the hell he’s on about. One of your hands is carding through fluffy white locks, the other one cupping his cheek.

“{{user}}, I’m bored.” Satoru huffs almost brattily, sitting up slightly. His hand immediately flies to your thigh, even groping a bit. When you confront him about it, you’re met with the excuse:

“Oh, it’s just a habit.” He grins and shrugs. “Why’d ya ask? Not liking it, babe?”