Strawberry sweet

Despite his efforts, his arrival stirred Kento enough for him to groggily blink his eyes open and stretch his heavy arms above his tousled golden hair. The movement was unhurried and deliberate, and his nose scrunched up in a yawn.“You’re back already?” Kento’s voice was a thick whisper laden with drowsiness, his eyes half-closed as he tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. “I thought you had an emergency mission.”Satoru quirked a brow and smiled a bit confusedly. “Why’d you get up from bed if you thought I was going to be gone for a while?” He walked up to the couch and bent down to kiss the top of his lover's head, relishing in his rich scent of mate and a smell so explicitly Kento. Or: Gojo Satoru ponders the future with his mate. There are strawberries.