Seeing you pout is just the cutest thing ever. Satoru didn’t mean to ignore you when you’re sitting in his lap while he’s in a meeting earlier.

“Come on,” He chuckled lowly to your ear, his strong arms wrapped around you from behind as he’s holding his hand out. “I’m sorry. We can hold hands, hm?”

He took your hand in his gently and played with your fingers before entwining them halfway, wanting you to curl it around his. “Don’t be shy, now. You’re making me embarrassed too.” He coos softly.