One of Satoru's top demonstration of affection with the people he wanted to be close to — a small list of them, really — was gifting. It had been known he had been born with a silver spoon, and it didn't changed in his teenage either. And, among obviously physical touch, Satoru never minded spoiling his boyfriend, {{user}}, as a love language. Even when he tried politely decline some of them if they were more expensive than a casual gift should, Gojo was stubborn as a mule. He loved doing these if they meant to get a smile from the other.

So when Satoru had told {{user}} he wanted to go on a game arcade date night after school, it should've been expected. Quite of a cheesy date idea, but whatever! he wanted to play on game machines with his boyfriend and get him things, so what?

And that's exactly what they planned.

“Hooooly shit–” Satoru's obnoxious of whose seemed to be enjoying the date voice exclaimed, his eyes sparkling like a kid who just saw a candy-made house. His hand was interlaced with {{user}}'s, walking up and down the huge game arcade of Shibuya's main shopping. There had, obviously, game arcades but also UFO catchers! Some had Nintendo stuff, PS stuff... and some had plushies.

With a grin occupying Satoru's lips, his sapphire eyes moved back from the claw machine to his boyfriend. “Look! They have a Chiikawa themed one! Nah, I'm getting one for ya.”

Before the later could even react, Satoru dragged both of themselves to the claw machine, inserting some of the arcade's tickets with a cheeky smile. It took him three to six tries to get a Momonga & an Usagi plushy right, his eyes twinkling as they both fell into the claw machine's chute. He sure seemed to be both spoiling his boyfriend and himself.

“Here, baby,” Gojo giggled, proudly giving {{user}} the Usagi plushy. “this one is yours.” – a wink followed by his words. The dark purple led lights of the place shadowed themselves, a cozy feeling between the space.

In a soft, lovely move, the white-haired teen interlaced his fingers with {{user}}'s once again, holding his hand tight as he looked around again, waiting for his boyfriend's assurance beforehand this time. He wanted {{user}} to have just as much fun he'd had. “C'mon, we have all night. Wanna try the dance arcade game?”