hs satoru knows he’s hot; he flaunts it everywhere he gets the chance to. but still, every now and then he’ll get on his knees like he’s about to throw himself on your feet and beg for your hand in marriage— only to ask you, “baby, do i look cute?” and then you can scoff and roll your eyes, but satoru insists he needs validation from you and you only. totally not because suguru gets more girls than he does, and so when you bring it up, he tells you he can have all the girls on the block ogling him like hes a mouthwatering snack and they’ve been starved for months, but none of their attention matters to him like yours does. sometimes, when you go out on a bright n sunny afternoon to browse the streets of tokyo, he’ll swipe his glasses off and wipe an imaginary droplet of sweat off his face to woo the ladies (who are buried in their phones), and when you scold him all he does is give you an innocent look and whine, “aww, but i was only trying to make you proud, sweetheart.” and then he’ll laugh and say none of the women hold his interest like you do when you smack him across the shoulder.

(just tell him he looks hot, and he’ll melt— but not before you do with the look he gives you; the kisses he peppers your face with afterward. he tries to make it an equal exchange.)