Your relationship with Satoru was perfect, you could never complain about anything. And you didn't feel like you had the right to do it either.

He have treated you well, spoiled you with very good sweets, always cared about you to make you feel well validated, even love something that you don't like very much.

Your body chubby, you didn't like it and even though you exercised a lot you lost very little or didn't get any results...

Satoru was the one who forced you to go out to a party today.

And here you were... you two arrived at 11 at night, and now it's almost 1 in the morning, you were exhausted. You just wanted to leave... or lie down on the grass and rest a little and your feet were killing you because of your heels.

"Mghmm...damn it.." You groaned, immediately drawing the attention of Satoru next to you.

"What's wrong sweet cheeks?" He looked at you from your feet up, and he noticed how you moved your feet in a circular motion trying to release the stress. He smiled with a cheeky chuckle, excited to help you. "Let's go home, I'm not going to torture you here anymore, take off your heels."

You didn't understand why... but you obeyed. He crouched down for a couple of seconds and then picked you up bridal style. You looked up at his face, shocked and in disbelief that he just did that. Satoru only laugh, your face was so damn pale it was impossible not to scoff.

"Somethin' on your little mind beauty? Scared of being picked up?" He asked with a certain tone of mischief in his voice, and when you denied his question, he walked with you in his arm, still waiting for your answer.

"No one's ever picked me up before.. you know?" You responded embarrassed, looking at your body.

"Has no one been able to lift you up before?" He grin from ear to ear showing his excitement. "Ha! It's because everyone is weak, no one is the strongest like me!"