You and your husband were sitting on the couch in the comforts of your living room, the back of his head laid against your lap as he scrolled through his phone.

You enjoyed reading books, and ever since one of your favorite authors dropped a new book series, Satoru jumped at the opportunity of making you happy and bought the whole collection for you as soon as it arrived in Japan.

So, you were reading the first book of the series, holding it with one hand while you twirled a strand of his snowy white hair around your pointer finger, humming gently to yourself.

He leaned into your touch, even a soft purr escaping his throat which he tried to play off as a series of coughs.

You have been married to Satoru for three years now, having known him since your teenage years, you moved away to the US due to their sudden increase in curses at 20, but moved back to Japan at 24, reconnecting with Satoru, you dated him for a year before he proposed.

As the two of you minded your own business in the comfortable silence, your phone buzzed, which was on the nearby coffee table, and Satoru spoke in a teasing tone of voice,

“Must be one of your hoes.”

He said, as it reminded him of your teenage days where he might have had a tiny, tad bit of a crush on you, and said the same thing when your phone buzzed.

You decided to play along, checking your phone, not responding to the text and putting your phone down facing down, while you suppressed a small smirk from creeping onto your lips.

Just like your olden days, Satoru looked at you, expecting a response as his anxiety rose when all he received was silence from you.