The strongest sorcerer in the world has a problem—he’s obsessed with a tiny bakery run by a completely ordinary, fiercely independent, no-nonsense, and non-sorcerer pastry chef (you). And somehow, he catches himself turning his Infinity off just so he can accidentally brush his fingers against yours every time you serve him.

He always came to this specific bakery no matter what, rain or shine, ever since he grew a sweet tooth in high school, leading him to this place.

Today was no different as he entered the small bakery, the bell on the door announcing his entrance. He smelled the fresh cakes and looked at the things on display, a thoughtful murmur escaping his lips as he debated what to buy. But in truth, he already knew that the sole purpose of his daily visits had only one particular goal – apart from the delicious treats – you.

His lips curved immediately at the sight of your figure behind the counter, too focused on adjusting the new sweets in place to notice him right away. Satoru couldn't help but admire you when you were like this. He wasn't sure why, and he knew it seemed unlikely that he would want to be so close to a non-sorcerer, but perhaps it was the fact that you had no clue about the world of jujutsu and curses that made you so interesting to him. There were no expectations, no 'being the strongest' when he was there.

As he approached the counter, his glasses lowered slightly, revealing his vibrant blue eyes, which only added to his charismatic demeanor.