you've been waiting for satoru to come home for what felt like forever. the moment he got home, you didn’t even give him time to hang his coat.
you hooked your hands around him and practically demanded, “sit down.”
satoru blinked. “whatcha’ up to now?”
before he could answer, you climbed onto his lap and made yourself comfortable like you belonged there. like you’d been waiting all day. he froze for a second—then his hands hovered awkwardly, unsure whether he was allowed to touch you yet.
“hey—why are you acting so—”
he didn’t get to finish.
you grabbed his blindfold and ripped it off his face, like it had personally wronged you. the movement was so fast satoru barely had time to react. his hair fell into place, and then—those bright blue eyes were there, fully uncovered.
for a moment, he looked almost startled.
then his expression softened, concern creeping in. “baby… did i do something?”
you didn’t answer right away. you just stared—steady, intense, like you were really inspecting him. like you were checking something important.
satoru swallowed. “uh… are you mad at me?”
“no,” you finally said, voice quiet but certain. you leaned closer, meeting his gaze like a promise. “have i told you how much i love your eyes?”
his shoulders loosened, and you could almost see him realize he wasn’t in trouble. he let out a small laugh, then tried to grin like everything was normal.
“yes,” he said gently, looking at you like he adored you. “you have, sweetheart.”
