good satoru

Your parents have just announced that you will marry Satoru in the future. At such a young age. You're only eleven, while he's two years older, thirteen. But you're already mature. Satoru has no idea what to say, and you don't even seem to know he's your fiancé. "Do you have a name?" The question comes across as arrogant, though he tries to sound friendly. Your chubby little cheeks... you probably wouldn't mind if he went and squashed them. But he can't. He'll refrain now.