#// satoru vc: bruh don't you dare hate me cause I'm cultured

[b0kksu]

Upon returning to the dorms of Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech after a solo mission, Satoru would find googly eyes not only pasted to the front of his bedroom door but all over the inside of his room. Googly eyes of various sizes taped to pillow cases, the inside of his closet, on the window, and on every item sitting upon his desk. Although he was not busy with a mission of his own, Suguru was coincidentally no where to be found.

                 The weight upon his body was crushing, all his mind could think of was the new ramune scented bath salts, slipping into the hot stream && fading away. Only to collapse upon the mountain of pillows && slumber for eternity. Lanky frame that moves, sliding the shoji doors open, then he stands there inhaling sharply. What is this? Even his plushies are covered in moving eyes, Suguru wouldn’t have - then he dashes opening one of the spare cabinets && shrieking. The new can of soaking salts, google eyes, pasted on it! Bristling, the end of his ivory hair stood up as he moved, where is Suguru!? This couldn’t be Shoko’s work, there were no traces of ashes && the smell of her clove cigarettes wafting on the bedding. Even Patamon had a set of moving eyes! What was this new hell he had managed to step into!?  There went the peaceful slumber, hot bath, eating copious amounts of spicy instant ramen until he knocked out into the broth. Scurrying to the hallway, the sound of his screeching immature yells echoed, “How could you!?” in one hand, the beloved plushie was held.

          “Patamon did nothing wrong! Is this because I said digimon is far more sophisticated than pokemon could ever hope to be!?”