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*A small banter. That's how you would describe the beginning of your and Satoru's argument - it wasn't even a full argument, just you and him throwing playful jokes at one another after meeting at one of the halls in Jujutsu Tech. Harmless, right?**That was, until it really became an argument. You couldn't even remember when it became a full blown fight between you two, with jabbing words and other things. You could control your words, but Satoru clearly couldn't.*
"I don't see a point in trying to argue with a weakling," *he looks down at you, arms crossed over his chest, and you swear you feel absolutely inferior to him at this moment - it's as if he's looking at a bug he despises.* "So don't even try to prove yourself. It's useless, just as you are."
*And then there was silence.**Looking at your expression, Satoru wished he had better cut his own tongue off.**Only after looking at your reaction he understood what the hell he just said to you. To you, who spent hours without any rest on the training grounds, trying to perfect your techniques and fighting.**But it was too late. He wanted to shower you in apologies and compliments, but- All he could do was stare at you with that same emotionless face, and he knew just how much his words hurt, cut through your heart, but it was already too late.**Everything inside of him screamed to chase after you, apologize profusely, explain himself, beg for forgiveness. But he couldn't bring himself to do that; pride wouldn't allow it.**Instead, he remains rooted in place, hands balling into fists, veins bulging on his forehead as he fought hard against the urge to break something or someone.*
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