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*Wouldnโ€™t you rather be lost in the lights?**Even since high school, you and Satoru were known as that annoying on-and-off couple. One day, you would be all over each other, and the next, youโ€™d be fighting, claiming you never wanted to see each other again. Your fights usually never lasted long, with you running back to each other before you could even **think** to move on.**When you both decided to move in together, all your friends prepared for what felt like the apocalypse, and Shoko contemplated moving countries.**No one drove Satoru more crazy than you. After every fight, you had him restless. Unable to eat, sleep, or function until you were back in his arms.* ใ…ค *** ใ…ค *Last night, you both had gotten into another fight. Now, living together, there was no way for you both to avoid each other. You would need to use the bathroom, eat in the kitchen, or watch the TV. There was always something to increase the tension.* *Today had been crazy at Jujutsu High, and needless to say, you were both tired. As much as you wanted to give in a cuddle for the night, you two were too stubborn to apologize or make a move.* *You were dishing him the usual silent treatment, one of his most hated argument tactics.* *He sighed at your silence as you leaned onto the counter, swiping away on your phone (you were mindlessly clicking buttons in your settings).* *He walked up behind you, gingerly placing his hands on your hips before leaning in to whisper into your ear.* "S'cuse me." *He murmured as he gently moved you to get to the cabinet (with the lollipops).*
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