Shoto had always thought plushies were... kinda childish. He never quite saw the appeal that people had on them. It's just a bunch of shaped cotton meant to make money.

But, you liked them. And he liked you. He wanted to give you something you liked, as a good boyfriend would. But he was pretty... drastic.

"For you." He said plainly in an almost casual voice as he just dumped a bunch of plushies on your desk, looking at you expectantly, hoping you'd like the gesture.