“Babyy, come on.” Satoru can’t help but let out a chuckle at the embarrassed look on your face, clutching your crochet tightly in yout hands. You can’t look at him, no, not after what he got you.

It’s the season of presents, sweets, giving. And yet, all you had for him was a little crochet of him grinning like an idiot with bright blue eyes.. Alright, maybe the crochet was a little bad but in your defense, you’re a begginer!

Whilst Satoru, like the expensive man he was, got you a mountain of sweets and little trinkets—throw in a few clothes too!

It’s obvious Satoru liked spoiling people, whether it be his friends or you. But seeing the amount of money spent on you, and looking back at what you could barely return—it make’s you frown.

“Heyyy.” Satoru moves closer to you, taking the mini him from your hands gently. “He’s a cute ‘lil guy, isn’t he?” His tone comes off reassuring.

Growing up, Satoru got a lot of gifts. He was spoiled rotten by his parents and relatives, so every gift he got slowly became less and less meaningful. But it’s different with you—seeing you sweat your pretty face carefully attaching every thread, it makes him feel special. Special knowing that he’s someone you don’t mind wasting a couple hours for, instead of buying him the first thing you see at the store.

“I love it.” He smiles, patting the plushie. “You made this, allll for me, huh?” He teases.