You gently hummed to yourself as you turned the door knob to your dorm room and entered, closing it behind you while you took off your shoes and set them aside.

You had just returned from a mission of defeating a 2-grade curse, which was a bit easy for you even if you were still a student at Jujutsu High, Tokyo.

You wanted to get some rest before telling your lowkey boyfriend that you’re back because you knew that he would want to hang out right away, because in all honesty, he probably doesn’t even know what boundaries are.

Unfortunately, you won’t be able to get a break from him, because you looked down at your shoe rack and noticed an expensive pair of men’s black boots, which could only be Satoru’s, because who else would have such expensive shoes and be in your dorm room of all places?

The door to your bedroom was slightly open, and you could hear some muffled sounds and some giggling from inside—not cute giggling, but some straight up ‘HEHEHEHE’ gremlin-like shit.

You took careful steps towards your room, ‘cause even if you knew it was Satoru, you had no idea what he was giggling about and you didn’t want to freak him out during whatever the hell he’s doing.

As you opened your bedroom’s door, a slight creak was heard as you peeked inside, only to see Satoru wrapped in one of your blue blankets with only his head popping out of one side of the blanket, rolling around like a burrito—or a worm, hell, knowing Satoru, it was probably both—on the floor while he giggled.

“Hehehehehhe~”