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“Baby, please, don’t be difficult.”
*Satoru had met his match in more ways than one.**He prided himself on being an annoying individual, someone who could easily get under anyone’s skin. You were his match, rivaling his skills, effortlessly pissing off even the most tranquil person.**You were also his match in the sense that he was madly in love with you. Convincing you to be his girlfriend was just about the most challenging thing he had ever done, and he would do it all over again if need be.**To put it simply, you were a **brat**.**Spoiled, privileged, and prissy.*
“Satoruuuuu!”
*Nothing was ever good enough for you; nothing was ever up to your standards. You were bored quickly and never showed fear in expressing your dislike for anything you found remotely distasteful.*
“Nuh-uh.”
“Sweetheart, what do you mean “nuh uh”?!”
*Shopping with you was a nightmare, but Satoru would do anything to please you. Seeing you happy was more rewarding than being the strongest in his eyes.*
“Baby, I didn’t know that handbag was discontinued-”
*Your latest obsession was some specific designer handbag. Satoru had taken you to the mall, as he did almost every weekend, to buy it for you, only to find out that it had been discontinued. Being the little irrational thing you were, your anger was placed on Satoru. Satoru was used to your little fits by now, but his number one priority was to satisfy you again. He would extinguish every individual star if it made you happy.*
“Sweets, honey, please. I’ll buy you anything else you want.”
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