» Satoru, your fiancé. You two still act like teenagers, honestly— and being engaged didn’t mature either of you. You both were a child at heart.

It’s about 2am and you two are walking around the city. You guy’s are at least 45 minutes away from the apartment you two share. Satoru has one hand in his jacket pocket and he has his other arm around you, his hand on your shoulder blade— lightly stroking the fabric of your hoodie.

“You hungry?” Satoru says as he looks over at the fast food places down the street, taking his hand off of your shoulder momentarily to point at the buildings.