He Makes My Heart Melt - Tumblr Posts

i think satoru is all for giving princess treatment

hear me out, that man loves giving love. so when he meets you? oh he’s smitten. it starts even before you two start dating, he’s watching all those tik tok videos on how to swoon you and after seeing so much about catering, he’s going to do every single little thing for you.

and sometimes you have to stop satoru with a sweet smile, giving a peck to his lips and explain that you can do a few, (more than a few), things without his help. and you always make sure to assure him that you appreciate his help. but there are times where… you just can’t say it. because he’s beaming, simply happy to be with you and making you satisfied. he’s always watching for your reactions when he helps you, he feels giddy just from being able to keep a smile on your face.

you two could be at a restaurant, having a small conversation until you ask satoru for the salt on his side. and he doesn’t miss a beat, handing you the salt and studying the way your lips twitch in a bigger smile as you mutter a thank you.

and satoru’s down, his bright eyes lowering as a small smile he tries to hide forms. he almost chokes on his steak trying to keep it away, but it doesn’t work from the way you’re giving a laugh, eyes twinkling in amusement as you gesture for him to drink his juice. he’s so obviously in love that even a few older couples in the restaurant wish you two good life of love and happiness as they leave, giving satoru a knowing smile.

also, i think that when satoru’s like really smiling, but he doesn’t want you to see it. he does this really cute thing where he puts a hand over his smile, but you know he’s still smiling from the soft eyes he has, squinting when you edge him on further with a little teasing. but it’s too much for the strongest to handle, he’s abandoning all embarrassment and clasping your hands to his fast beating heart, a small pout etched onto his blushing face. “c’mon baby, you see what you do to me? feel it? i can’t help it! i love youu. now c’mere~ hehe.”

Imagining kissing James' knuckle, you don't do it often. He doesn't let you, mutters something along the lines of only a man should do that. But, in the privacy of your bedroom, he allows it. Looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes as you press your lips to his knuckles like he has done to you countless of times.