Thinking about Satoru With A Short(er) S/O
Fem Reader | Fluff | Sorceress Reader | ~2940 words
To the surprise of a grand total of zero people, Satoru teases you. To make it worst, it's nothing original either.
Example 1:
"Where's my S/O gone?" He asks, like you're not literally standing in front of him. But it's not his fault. If he look straight ahead, his eyes totally misses you.
Example 2:
"How's the weather down there?" He proceeds to bend down on your level and look around. "Yeah, this kind of sucks. You should try my altitude sometime. Sun feels a lot better"
He ignores the heat from your glare.
Example 3:
He's also tried using you as an arm rest. Emphasis on tried.
"Your crotch is literally within my punching range" you tell him once, and only once.
He doesn't use you as an arm rest anymore.
Ironically enough, he'll shut down anyone else teasing you, especially if it makes you uncomfortable. Teasing you is an S/O only privilege, exclusive to him.
Oh, and of course he has all sorts of nicknames for you. He tried 'knee-height' once, and you kicked him in the shin.
He has you saved as 'Shortie' on his phone. You saved him as '10-tier drying rack'.
If you're on the quieter side, you've definitely scared him at some point. Sometimes, he's genuinely not aware you're there and looks down and just sees you down and actually gets a mini heart attack.
"Oh crap!" He says after he's jumped back a good few feet, clutching his chest. "How long have you been there for? Are you trying to scare me or something?"
No. No, you weren't. You had literally been standing next to him for at least ten minutes.
Even worse, sometime he just straight up walks into you because he's not paying attention to where's he's going and just straight up walks into you, sending both of you toppling over.
"We've got to stop meeting like this" he says, smirking as he looks down at you. You're lying on the ground, and he's on top of you.
"Satoru. This so the fifth time this week. Get off me right now"
He gets better though! Don’t give up on him!
So, about you two walking.
It really didn't work out for a while
His long longs meant he walked faster and in longer strides. Your shorter legs meant the exact opposite
At one point you actually gave up walking together for some time because it was a genuine piss-take. Satoru would be walking and talking and he'd asking your opinion only to realise you were still 5 traffic stops behind him
You used to try jogging to keep up with him but that also took the piss because you didn't ask for a work out
So after convincing you to give it another go, you and Satoru tried again and worked on it.
He started walking a lot slower for you. It was definitely awkward at first, uncomfortable even since it really wasn't his normal walking pace.
But when he saw how happy you were you two could actually have a conversation while talking, that you were no longer just staring at his back as he spoke and you could actually see his facial expressions and he could see yours, he decided it was worth it. Soon enough, it became second nature.
Of course, you contributed to this effort too. You did work on your walking, getting faster too. Satoru assured you that you didn't need to go too fast or anything, since he didn't want you worn out, so you got to a faster speed you were comfortable with.
So you two just walk and talk together a whole bunch now. Honestly, every time you two walk alone together is a date at this point.
Speaking of dates, he loves taking you out to the city because it’s bustling with so much life. But of course, there's the issue consisting of your height, crowded places, and you two get separated the first time you have a city date
He’s so dramatic when he loses you in crowded places. It was inevitable, given you two were literally in Tokyo. But he is actually panicking. Like, he lost you. He actually lost you.
He's so silly, he's calling out your name and showing a picture of you (his lock screen) to every stranger he comes across in hopes of finding you.
There's obviously no need for him to worry, you're a very capable sorceress, and a very capable person.
What happened is either:
a) You call him and ask him where he is. You literally told him you were going into that store on the left three stop lights ago.
It’s not his fault he's so tall, and Tokyo is so loud that he couldn't catch what you were saying. He probably didn't even know you had been talking to him
"Well, if you grew like an extra few inches, I definitely would have heard you"
You punched him in the arm for that
Or b) you really did fall behind and swept away by the busy Tokyo people, and you only end up finding him because he's causing a big scene and kind strangers directed you to my boyfriend
"Satoru, I'm here" You say, waving at him as you approach. “We’re such idiots. We should have just called each other-“
"Oh, thank goodness." He embraces you in a bone crushing hug. "We're holding hands from now on, every time we're in public. I'm not losing you again"
And if you're fine with it, you two really do end up holding hands whenever you're in public. It's nice, holding his hand.
Speaking of hands, the size difference? Satoru can't get over it. He gushes over it every time. He'll just come up to you randomly and stick his hand forward, your queue to press your hand against his. He'll slip his fingers between yours, give you a gentle squeeze, and won't let go.
He laughs when you mention how you're starting to get neck pain from looking up at his face all the time
So he starts to get down in that silly goofy pose he does for Megumi so you can look down at him.
"Looking up, looking down, it'll balance out that neck ache of yours"
He really didn't mind doing this for you. He actually enjoys it. He loves seeing your face when he’s looking down at you, and when he’s looking up at you. He’s notices difference things when he’s in these different position, the crinkle of skin around your eye when you laugh when he looks down at you, the way your lips stick out when you’re annoyed when he looks up at you. He really is enamoured by you.
But when you two started kissing and hugging, he started to understand your point when he has to bend down to kiss you.
Don't get him wrong, he loves you and loves kissing you, but it's really not ideal (and he's starting to get some of that pain you were talking about)
So he comes up with a solution: His infinity!
He uses it to get you to float up, so you're at a much nicer height for both of you to kiss.
This is different to when you two kiss standing with him bending down to kiss you.
It's the way you're eye level that makes both your stomachs flutter in a new way. It’s the way your nose brushes against each other in this slightly different angle that makes both your breaths catch. It’s the way your lips meet, as you drape your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close that makes both your hearts race.
Yes, this becomes the new norm.
Ah, he also loves kissing you when he's sat down, and you're standing. Oh, and when you're sat on his laps and kissing him? Or, even better, when you're both laying down and kissing? He’s excited to kiss you every time.
One time, Satoru wants to take you out on a shopping date. He think it would be cute to pick out clothes for each other. He expects you to agree, and is surprised when you turn it down.
You explain how hard it is to but clothes and shoes because of your height. It's either too long, too tight, too ugly, or just not right for you and shopping really was a pain for you.
As soon as you're done ranting, he's already looking for a personal seamstress and shoe maker for you.
"What?" you ask, incredulous as he explains to you what you’re doing. "Baby, no. There's no need for that."
"Baby, yes" he corrects you. "There is literally every need for that"
He's not taking no for an answer. You deserve to find the right clothes for you as much as anyone else. You shouldn't have to settle for what fits, you should be confident and happy to wear your clothes.
Besides, he has lots of money. It would make sense to spend it on his S/O
So yeah, all your clothes fit now, and you're seriously grateful. You tell Satoru all the time, but he can tell even without you telling him. The way you seem so much happier in the clothes you've always wanted to wear makes it obvious.
And Satoru makes sure to go all out. Its way better quality than any other clothes you have. It will literally last over a life time
Satoru also takes this as an opportunity for you two to match outfits and he absolutely loves it.
It's literally a requirement for you two to match and look good. He makes sure to text you when you two are going to hang out to make sure you're both coordinating.
Satoru: So it's yellow today, right?
You: Yeah. You pick mine, I'll pick yours?
Satoru: Deal
And yes, you two are very stylish. Fashion icons. Couple goals, but that was already a given even before the matching outfits.
He loves to grab things for you. Will tease you a little about it, but he does enjoy doing things for you. If you'd rather be more independent, he'll offer to use his infinity to give you a leg up of sorts, or you'd use a stool or climb on something he'll make sure you don't fall
"Is that really safe?" he can't help but ask, making sure to be alert in case you even wobble slightly on the stool.
You wave off his concerns. "It's fine. I'm basically a pro at this"
Satoru also reaches for your clothes at the bottom of the washing machine and the ice cream at the bottom of your freezer for you, because he’s seen the Olympic level gymnastic just to reach them and is both impressed and concerned you'll hurt yourself somehow.
If you need a leg up somewhere but you want to be independant and you two are in public, he will let you use him as a stepping stool. He will get on all fours so you can step on his back and do what you have to do. It's fine though, His infinity means you’re not actually touching him it's not like his clothes will get dirty so don’t worry, and he doesn't feel you stepping on him. He promises its no big deal.
He got you an oversized teddy bear this one time. It's literally the size of you, if not bigger. He was really proud of himself for getting it for you until you started cuddling it more.
"Come on" he pouts. "I'm literally right here"
If you don't give into his demands, he'll whine and whine until you do. He loves to cuddle you. He loves wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close. As he keeps you warm ans safe in his hold, he can't resist the urge to give you a flurry of kisses on the face. He's a weak man when it comes to you.
And if you decide to be the big spoon? He sometimes gives into the urges to pinch your cheek. It's just really cute to him how you want to hold him despite being the shorter one. Bonus points if you're the big spoon. Either way, he's a very happy man when he's with you like this.
If you're mad at him, either he gets down on the floor or you get a chair piled with pillows so that you're looking down at him as you do and then start scolding at him. If you’re extra mad at him, you do both.
If he's mad at you, he's going to be so petty.
He'll pull a: "what? I can't hear you from up here"
Or worse, if other people are there, he’ll turn to them and be like: "You guys hear something?"
He always make sure you’re at the front of group pictures so you're actually in the shot. If you'd rather not be, he'll either use his infinity to make you float so you're seen in the picture, or if you want, he'll sit down with you as everyone else stands so you’re not the odd one out.
When you're sitting down and your feet don't reach the ground, you can use his legs as a leg rest. He doesn't mind, he wants you comfortable.
Or you can lean on him when you're tired, and he wraps an arm around you and keeps you in a secure hold.
"I've got you" he says to you quietly. He always treats you tenderly when you're worn out. "You can rest now." He says, kissing the top of your head.
If you let him, he'll carry you bridal style. Or any style.
He also loves giving you piggy back rides. Especially when you’ve both got to get somewhere faster.
"It's faster babe" he says, as though he literally couldn't just teleport you both instead or at least get there a lot faster with his infinity. He's just using it as an excuse to hold you, because he loves holding you.
You two tried sharing blankets once, and you didn't do that again for a long time. The blanket distribution did not work between you both because of your height differences. Plus, if either of you tugged on the blanket, the other was missing out.
But then he once saw you could wrap your blanket around yourself multiple times like a cocoon.
Firsts thought: 'Aww, so cute'
Second thought: 'Wait, this is possible?'
He's forgotten you could actually do that, he's been tall for that long.
So he buys a gigantic blanket so he can cocoon himself into too, so now you're both two cute caterpillars cocooned up together.
This blanket was also big enough for both of you, so you finally did manage to get to share a blanket. It was definitely one of you two's favourite memories together, and became a thing you two did often.
One time you both went on a date and came across a Face In Hole board. Unfortunately, you couldn't reach to get your face in because you weren’t tall enough.
Whether you expressed or not, Satoru knows you're disappointed. And Satoru is not going to have a disappointed S/O on his watch
He buys the necessary supplies, and works to create a face in hole board for you both, one that works for both your heights.
And when he shows you, you're so touched.
He painted on the board two silly looking curses with the hole the right height for you both. When the photos were taken and you look back at them, you could really tell he put a lot of work into and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated him.
That became you're new lock screen.
He laughs when you're too short for shade board in the car so it can't block out the sun for you and you're just keep getting attacked by sun rays. So, he lends you his sunglasses, and always does so when you need them.
When public mirror are too high up for you so you can't check your reflection, you rely on Satoru to help maintain you’re appearance.
"A little smudge here" he says, wiping it away with his thumb. "And you've got a few hair out of place. It's cute, though. I think you should keep it that way. No? You want me to fix it? Got it."
When there's some sort of crowd and you can't see what everyone's looking at because everyone's too tall and all you can see is their backs, Satoru lets you get on his shoulder so you can both see.
You know those couple pictures where it just shows their shoes? Satoru posted one once of you both. However, given how your large height difference translates into your shoe size difference, the comments go like this:
Sh0k0: Is that a child?
You: .
Satoru: No, it's y/n >:(
Sh0k0: I am so sorry
Suguru: help i cant stop laughing
There was one time you came back from a mission. Satoru heard that you failed. Thinking the worse, he came rushing to find you. You were in one piece, but clearly down. He asks you what happened, and he expects, well, something serious, he supposes.
He didn't expect to be bursting out in laughter when you tell him you tried exorcizing a weak curse, but the curse got on a higher ledge and you couldn't reach him
He laughs so hard it was basically an ab workout.
After he recovers from his laughing fit (he actually never did, he bursts out giggling every few minutes as he remembers), he goes back with you back to the place your mission was
But not to exorcize the curse for you. No, he knows you can do that by yourself.
He uses his infinity to jump onto the ledge where the curse still was, proceeds to kick the crap out of the curse, knocking it off the ledge and send it tumbling on the ground in front of you.
"You've got it from here, babe"
And that's how you completed your mission that day. Yes, you wrote that, word for word, in your report. You felt bad for whoever had to wrap your head around your report, you really did.
Satoru hates it when people underestimate you as a sorceress or as a person because of your height. And he's livid if someone puts you down for it.
He's your biggest cheerleader and you're biggest defender. He'll always be the first person to vouch for how amazing and strong you are.
Because you are, and he makes sure to tell you that every day. Whether you're insecure about your height, or you don't give it a second thought, not a day goes by he makes sure to tell you how valuable you are as a person, and how much you are worth.
TLDR: Satoru is absolutely in love with you. That's all there is to it.
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Chef Au! A date night with fast food (chosen by Ava) and cheap wine (chosen by Bea)
it's not that beatrice's little chef outfits aren't simultaneously endearing and also hot, but when you open your front door and see her in sunglasses and a comfortable crewneck sweater, light, loose pants cuffed casually — although you're sure she was exacting about those too — and sneakers, you realize that you've kind of been missing out. or, really, maybe, she's a fuller person that you could've ever really imagined, only seeing her at her restaurant and a few vineyards nearby you'd tasted at together.
she smiles, a little hesitant, and hands you a simple, beautiful bouquet of lavender wrapped in newspaper and tied with twine. 'from my garden.'
'that's so gay,' you say, before you can stop yourself — but then she laughs and scratches at the back of her neck and you lean forward to kiss her cheek. 'i love them,' you amend. 'thank you.
she nods. 'of course.'
'let me put these in some water and then we can head out.'
'you can dry it, if you want.' she clears her throat, nervous and fidgeting with her watch. 'it's good for simple syrups and reductions. or baths.'
'that sounds dope. i love baths.' you wink and know she's blushing as you put the bouquet on your entry table — artfully cluttered — and then lock the door and turn back to her. 'ready?'
'yes,' she says, unlocking a practical and perfectly spotless electric small bmw suv, and then opening your door for you.
'why thank you, sir knight.'
she rolls her eyes and closes the door, then walks around to her side. 'where to, your royal highness?'
you grin, take her hand in yours while she starts the car. 'arby's.'
'fair enough.'
'i was going to pick panda express, but that seemed... weird?'
she laughs, which delights you. you don't think you've ever heard her laugh like that before. 'i love their orange chicken, honestly. but that's a god tier secret, okay?'
you mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key, which keeps a smile on her face. while she's driving, you get to take in the whole of her, greedily: her dark brows and the gentle sharp of her jaw, the soft buzz of her hair, the tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of her sweater, the freckles across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. and her hands: sure and precise, even just on the steering wheel. she's beautiful, and you're a little overcome. you count your blessings that you wore your favorite bralette and overshirt, wide-leg jeans that make your butt look incredible. your eyeliner is perfect and when you're at a red light, she turns and smiles at you like there's no one else in the world.
it knocks the breath out of you a bit, and you cannot start crying over how pretty a girl is within seven minutes of a first date; you thank your lucky stars when she fiddles with her phone and then some music starts to play.
'shit,' she says, scrolling desperately.
'carly rae?'
'i didn't mean to play that. i don't even know why it's in my liked songs.'
'here,' you say, and put your hand out for the phone because the light is about to turn green. you laugh when you see every single carly rae jepson album fully saved in her liked songs, and you take in the delicious pink of her cheeks when you look over at her with a laugh. 'well, emotion: side b is probably the best album of all time, so no judgement here.'
she bites her bottom lip.
'what were you trying to play, though? what did you think would, like, seduce me?'
'who says i'm was trying to seduce you?'
'well, the gay little flowers, for one. and the fact that you agreed to this silly plan in the first place.'
she waits until the next red light to lean over the console and kiss you — short, and gentle, and very sweet — and you revel in the feeling.
she backs away and turns her attention back to the road in front of you as you start to move again. 'is it working?' she asks.
you laugh.
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you settle into her trunk after she parks on the overlook; she's put comfortable blankets and pillows in it so you can eat and watch the sunset, and it's tender and thoughtful and she puts a little fisherman's beanie on that softens her, even more, and it's all driving you a little bit crazy.
'well,' you say, after you both settle in with your chicken fingers, curly fries, and ranch — your order, which she'd promised she would eat — 'please break out the perfect wine to pair with the best dinner of all time.'
she nods very seriously, going along with your antics; beatrice is ultimately extremely serious in the kitchen, even if her food is playful: she hasn't gotten to where she is — one of the youngest chefs to be nominated for a james beard, among a billion other accomplishments she refuses to mention and you had only found out about through a recent write-up about the soft opening of her restaurant — without incredible determination and focus.
she's more playful than you had imagined, full of laughter and willing to be silly; willing to indulge the goofy idea you'd had for this date. she reaches around behind her and pulls out a small cooler filled with ice, then presents the wine with a flourish: 'only the very finest three dollar trader joe's chardonnay. it pairs wonderfully with chicken.'
her little posh accent and her genuine smile make the whole routine even better. 'that is... incredible.'
'you know,' she says, 'i've never failed an assignment.'
'now that i believe.'
she fishes out two red solo cups — which makes you laugh even harder — and unscrews the top of the wine before pouring it carefully. 'do you want to give your review?'
you go through the motions of how you would normally taste a wine, all a little exaggerated. you're one of the most sought-after sommeliers in the world: you can make or break vineyards and their yearly releases; you've been a part of a handful of opening restaurants that have won every award in the book. and, even with all of that, 'this might be one of my favorite bottles of wine i've ever had.'
bea scoffs. 'this wine is absolutely horrendous.' she pulls apart a chicken tender and dunks it in ranch, though, eats it without any complaint.
'sure,' you steal one of her fries even though you have a whole pile of your own. 'but the company elevates the entire thing.'
she turns toward you, the sunset fading orange behind her, turning her eyes gold. 'you make everything better.'
it makes you a little breathless. 'plus, you have to admit, these chicken fingers slap.'
it gets her to laugh, just like you'd wanted. just like you think you could spend your entire life wanting. 'maybe we'll put this pairing on my menu, then.'
'lilith would love that.'
'you know, it could be worth it, just to see her face.'
you scoot closer to her, talk about how her partnership with a local farm is going, how she's sourcing her cod from a fisherman nearby; you talk about your favorite vineyard, a tiny one tucked into the oregon coast — and those things are safe. those things are more of what you already know: she cares deeply about the earth and how her food fits into it; you want to share a stormy grey day and perfect pinot noir at a firepit with her.
and you eat your greasy fries and drink wine that is surely going to give you a headache in the morning. you talk about how she felt finally herself when she finished cooking school and took a job on the line, young and eager and fabulously talented, at a kitchen where she had support, where no one yelled at her, where she had a mentor that cared. you talk about the wine grapes you remember your grandfather growing in your small back yard, how you would eat them when you were small and describe the taste while you sat on your mom's lap. she teaches you her favorite word in chinese and you teach her your favorite word in portugese.
the sun sinks below the river, and you love her.
'do you — ' she bites her bottom lip — 'do you want to come back to my place? for dessert?'
'depends,' you say, and watch her face fall for a split second; you kiss her jaw to rectify that, 'what's on the menu?'
she huffs a laugh. 'i bought nestle chocolate chip cookies, for the occasion. they're in my freezer.'
'oh, fuck yes,' you say. 'i'm so in.'
'and, my company.'
'well, yeah, sure.' you roll your eyes playfully and pull her in for a kiss: cheap wine and grease and the softness of her skin under your fingertips. 'and that too.'
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