Lulu was once my greatest love; she was my girlfriend, always drawn to cute things: pink anime figures, soft plush toys. She said these could make her happy, like magic dispelling worries. I loved her, so I decided to do something special for her.
Her favorite was Izuku Midoriya from "My Hero Academia." Every time we watched the anime, she'd excitedly say: "If I had his plush toy, I'd hug it every day!" Even though I wasn't skilled in crafts, I bought fabric and thread, stitching a little Midoriya one stitch at a time. Big eyes, messy hair, and a hero mask. The process was tough—my fingers got pricked several times—but thinking of her smile made it all worthwhile.
When I gave it to her, her eyes welled up with tears, and she hugged it tightly: "You made this because I like cute things? This is so heartwarming!" From then on, I made more toys: Pikachu, Luffy... Each one, because of her fondness, carried our love. Sadly, she eventually became a memory, but this warmth remains forever—love is like that; because of her preferences, I learned to create happiness with my own hands.