satoru practicing on a pillow? 🥹
i'd like to think there was a time where satoru was really getting into character and talking and kissing the pillow and megumi or tsumiki just happens to walk in on him
they're like: 😟⁉️
i started writing a moment but i got so embarrassed for satoru that i had to stop.
satoru opens one eye, ready to murder whoever’s attempting to wake him up now. in the middle of a dream he would like to live in, thank you.
“what’s wrong with your face?”
“why are you here?” satoru groans, rolling over. “you know there’s two other people in the house you can mess with?”
“mom says you have to get up.”
“oh, did she?”
“yes. what’s wrong with your face?”
satoru looks back to him, blank faced. “are you asking me why i’m handsome?”
“your lips are weird.”
he brings a hand up to his lips. they don’t feel weird, maybe a little tingly but that’s not—
satoru pauses, looking at megumi. “go tell your mom i’m up.”
he tries to avoid the pinking of his cheeks, the obvious guilt in his eyes—but really, satoru has a terrible poker face.
and unfortunately, his son is much too observant. and evil.
megumi sighs, already shaking his head. his arms are crossed. “what did you do?”
satoru looks towards the door, plotting an escape that will never work. “i didn’t do anything.”
“you look guilty.”
“how do you know?”
megumi frowns at him, “you look like when mom finds one of your socks in the couch. or when you forget to take out the trash. or when you get a call from work. or when you steal tsumiki’s lunch. or—“
“okay, i get it.”
“so, what’d you do?”
“nothing.”
megumi blinks, clearly unamused. he just stares.
“stop trying to brainwash me,” satoru tells him, pushing his head away. “go eat breakfast.”
“are you getting up?”
“yes. but make sure to tell your mother that i’m sick. very sick, and all because she sent you to wake me up.”
megumi takes a step back, away from the bed. “i’m not saying that.”
satoru sighs. then he hangs his head, wishing that he lived on an island somewhere, away from the satanic creature that wakes him up every day.
“go on. i’ll be out in a sec.”
“i’ll come back,” megumi warns, like he knows that satoru was contemplating crawling back under the covers. it’s much easier there.
satoru waves a hand.
“and i’m—“ megumi pauses, making a face. “ew, why is your pillow wet?”
this time, satoru’s entire face goes red.
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rewatching mob rules and when hilson are on their little late night drive in house’s new car wilson keeps dogging on him like “have you ever driven an automobile before?” like…. okay mister spends a whole episode of s8 failing to drive manual? shut up lmfao you haven’t either
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I pretend that The Gavineers isn’t a cheesy stupid law theme rock band and is just a normal rock band because I refuse to believe that my babygirl would be that cringe. That’s the second time I’ve used “I refuse to believe my babygirl would be that cringe” in a post regarding Klavier. He’s just that cringy
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