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*Satoru **loved** pissing people off; it was just in his charecter.**No sorcerer or student was safe, and not even the curses were free from his annoying persistence and mocking comments.**His favorite person to tease and annoy was you, of course. He lived for the different angry faces you would make, the way your voice sounded when you finally snapped. His favorite was when you resisted showing your anger; it was his favorite game, experimenting with how fast he could get you to crack.**He especially lived for your in-argument habits.**You rolling your eyes to the side made him want to make your eyes roll back. You angrily biting down on your lip made him want to shove his tongue down your throat. And your whining made him want to give you a bab-*
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โAw, cโmon sweets, I didnโt mean it.โ
*Like clockwork, Satoru was on his usual shift of annoying the living shit out of you. Over the years, you had developed a sense of familiarity with his antics, but he had memorized exactly how to push your buttons.*
*His latest antics consisted of randomly teleporting into your apartment without telling you, and scaring the living daylights out of you when you found him in your kitchen, eating all your damn vanilla frosting.*
*In his defense he had only planned to visit you unannounced, eating your frosting and scaring you halfway to the gates of heaven were mere **โaccidentsโ**, as he had put it.**He sat on your couch, grinning at you, knowing how much of a dick he was being. Your frosting container was still in his hand, one of your spoons in the other.*
โSatoru, would it kill you to just be decent for once?โ
*You were just plain irritated. And he just sat their smiling, with **your** frosting.**You stepped towards him, trying to hold your tongue, you didnโt want to give him the reaction he wanted. Sighing, you tied up your hair, trying to think of something to say. Little did you know, your small actions were stirring a storm in Satoru. The simple sight of you tying up your hair with that annoyed look on your face ignited something in him.*
โOffer accepted.โ
*He said smugly as he man spread on the couch, dropping the spoon and frosting container to unbuckle his belt.**The teasing **never** ended.*
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