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Nanami time! This time w new glasses 🤭

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iwaois i drew for a photostrip for the hq timeskip travel stamp rally at this years smashcon... ft iwaizumi's terrible selfie skills

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₊˚ ㅤꨄ︎. satoru hugging your cinnamoroll plushie after an argument | angst, fluff at the end (not proofread)

it started with something small, it always did.

you’d been venting about how exhausted you were – how he’d been so caught up with work lately that you barely felt like a couple anymore. you just needed him to listen, maybe to say he missed you too.

but instead, he sighed and muttered, “… can you stop? you’re being dramatic.”

for a moment, you couldn’t even find the words. you stared at him, heart sinking at how dismissive he sounded after you’d just tried expressing how you felt.

“w-wait no, i just meant–”

“you don’t get to call me dramatic just because you don’t want to deal with it! i’m honestly tired, satoru… i-i hate you!”

and that was it. the atmosphere in the apartment turned heavy – weighed down by words neither of you knew how to take back.

hours passed with both of you lost in silence. you’d locked yourself in the guest room, choosing distance over another fight, while he sat alone in your shared bedroom – head in his hands, replaying every word he wished he could take back.

──★

by the time the clock hit midnight, the apartment was still too quiet.

satoru sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, staring at the cinnamoroll plushie you always sleep with; the one he’d given you for your birthday last year. it’s small, soft, and slightly misshapen from all the nights you fell asleep with it tucked under your chin.

he sighs, picking it up carefully, thumb brushing over the embroidered smile.

“… you’re lucky, y’know?” he murmurs under his breath, voice soft and a little guilty. “she hugs you during her good days… and when she’s sad too.”

“guess you’ve seen all her moods, huh?”

he brought it closer – pressing it to his chest, wishing it could tell him how to fix the situation. there’s a faint scent of your shampoo still lingering on it, and for a moment, he just sits there, pretending it’s you in his arms instead.

“and now she hates me… can’t even blame her, honestly.”

there’s a beat of silence before he adds, quieter, “but i’ll fix it. i swear.”

that’s the sight that greets you when you finally peek out of your room – your 6ft’3 boyfriend, holding your plushie like a lifeline, whispering apologies to it as if it might actually forgive him on your behalf.

you wanted to stay mad at him, but the image of him cuddling your plushie was honestly… way too adorable – that suddenly, being mad doesn’t even feel worth it anymore.

and maybe that’s how satoru gojo wins you over every time.

not with grand gestures or perfect apologies, but with the way he loves you; honest, sincere, and always from the heart… even through a stuffed toy.