There you laid with Satoru in your shared bed, enjoying each other’s presence. You were on your side, staring at him as he stared at you, directly into your eyes.

You reached your hand up, moving his hair out of his face. His hair was shockingly soft to your touch, though that’s expected from him. He always took extra care of his hair. His nose that looked like it was sculpted by marble, his clear, pale skin. And his eyes. Those eyes that held so much power is what you loved most about him. The many shades of blue making up his eyes. It was almost unreal.

“.. You’re so pretty, Satoru.” You mumbled, staring into his eyes. His gaze visibly softened, a small smile forming on his face.