"Can you buy me this?" You said with an innocent smile as satoru gazed at you with a raised eyebrow.

"A plush? seriously? I'm not spending that much for a—baby, don't give me that face." He grumbled, seeing that small pout plastered on your face.

Gojo knew what you were doing—And it's working. He's bound to give in anyway.

Being friends with you for so long, satoru had developed a soft spot for you. Though, he wouldn't admit it to your face.

You are his weakness. Everyone knows, but you.