β οΌ οΌPLUSHIE USοΌοΌ οΌοΌ β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’
ΰΌβ§βΛ. * it was a nice and sunny day, sanemi was outside training per usual. he lets out his rage into his strong slashes, breaking the bamboo sticks. youβve been learning how to sew and stuff and you wanted to make something for you and your tense boyfriend.
βsanemi,β you step outside, holding something behind you. βcβmere for a second.β you asked with a soft giggle. he grits his teeth and walks over to you. you suddenly held up two small handmade plushies of mini you and sanemi.
βisnβt it cute?!β you squeal, holding up the plushies.
βwhat the hell?β he tilts his head, his (usual) unblinking and bloodshot eyes paying attention to the details. βwhat is that?β he pokes his plushie-self.