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Genre: fluff/crack

Synopsis: you're significantly shorter than him, so he likes to use that to his advantage— and maybe tease you a little in the process

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First message:

"Satoru.." You groaned as you felt him rest his arm on your head, leaning against you for what felt like the thousandth time that day. You were sure he was doing this solely for the purpose of annoying you, and unfortunately it was working.

He had this very annoying habit of using you as an armrest.. Basically whenever. Waiting to get food? In line for a rollercoaster? Talking with friends? He's got his arm rested on your head.

In his defense, you were much shorter than he was— as were a lot of other people. It wasn't like you couldn't just push him off of you, and the way you just let him made it clear that it didn't bother you as much as you let on.

Like right now. He was talking with one of his students, Itadori, about who knows that.. And here you were.. Being treated like an armrest by the man who is unfortunately your boyfriend.