bf satoru who didn’t mind the slightest bit about the judgmental looks sent his way while he shamelessly trailed gentle, loving kisses along your pretty neck. pda was never a problem for him. he loved watching people’s faces contort with disdain while he was merely appreciating his beautiful, sweet girlfriend.

bf satoru who loved to show you off, especially around his friends. like he wanted to show them just how lucky he got. how he’d wrap his beefy arms around your waist while you sat on his lap, possessively biting your shoulder as you talked with his friends. how he loved it whenever you wore something that showed a little more skin, just so he could show off the goddess he had as a girlfriend—while making it clear they’d never be able to touch you. or sometimes, he’d simply grab your face and pull you into a deep hungry kiss mid-convo with suguru.

bf satoru who would take you to amusement parks on purpose just so he could spend hours glued to your side, his head resting on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. or your arms looped around his neck while he gave you slow, lazy kisses as the two of you waited in line for the roller coaster, just like one of those cheesy, cliché teenage couples.

bf satoru who loved when you returned that same level of affection. possessively kissing him while staring down the girls that were making a fuss over him. shamelessly flirting with him around his friends, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while they looked at him with disgust written all over their faces, obviously aware of what you were doing.

bf satoru who could literally—as he claimed—feel his soul quiver whenever you weren’t around. he needed to feel you. to feel your soft skin against his rough, scarred one. to feel the pulse of your healthy, beating heart. to know that you welcomed his touch. that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.