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I have been thinking about the dress Taylor Swift wore to the 2025 Grammys so have this drabble.
Satoru likes seeing you in blue. The color is beautiful on you (so is every color but he already knows that) and every time he sees you in it his heart beats out of his chest like he is seeing you for the first time.
So when you stepped into his view in a little blue dress, his heart stops. His six eyes are all on you and the dress you are wearing. The sloping neckline, the draped fabric on the left side of the skirt. But the most striking part was the small ‘S’ charm on your right thigh.
His hands twitch with the urge to touch every inch of you. Satoru crosses the room in quick strides to you. His arms circle you around you- pulling you into his chest.
“Do you like it?” You ask with a laugh at his sudden clingyness.
“Your beautiful baby.” He smiles down at you, “but it would look better on my floor.”
You scoff good naturedly and push him away. He doesn’t budge and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to smell your perfume.
“Marry me.” He says into your skin.
“We are already married Satoru.” You remind him.
“Marry me again.” Satoru counters you, his face out of your neck, his eyes locked on yours.
His brain melts as he sees the curve of your smile.
“As long as you don’t make it extravagant, I am not going to be put in that many layers again for a long time.” You relent and kiss him.
“We can go get divorced,” Satoru says and presses a quick peck to your lips, “then get married again.”
“Can we go on this date before we get divorced?” You ask.
“You drive a hard bargain!” He pouts.
“Yes, but you love me.” You laugh.
Satoru’s grin widens, “Yeah, I do don’t I?”