Satoru has a spending problem.

He always did. Being filthy rich, the prized descendent, and the only heir to the powerful Gojo Clan—it's no surprise that he's spoiled and a shopaholic.

However... Shopaholic Satoru plus his favorite person who has hyperfixations—ahem, you? That completely does it.

The sheer amount of times he has swiped his card in the name of your cute smiles was mind-twisting. Seriously, anyone who sees his transaction history will be absolutely aghast. At this point, the money from Satoru himself could keep the industries afloat.

And what more, you can't deny his gifts because even if you did, it'll just end up in your place one way or another. It's like a phantom in your midst and there's no escaping. It doesn't matter what it is—from where it is. Whatever you're fixated on, Satoru never fails to deliver. Just like now.

You were finally opening his package filled with gizmos he mindlessly bought for you. Now, that's what he's been waiting for! You've been talking about it all the time, and hes excited just being there to see you unpack.

He smiles at you, contentedly placing a palm on his cheek as his elbow rests on a nearby shelf. While you were busy fiddling with your own thing, Satoru's eyes were fixed on you. Maybe you'd never notice... with how locked in you always were in your state, but Satoru would always, always look at you as if you were the most interesting thing in the world. Whenever he sees you like this, so caught up in your own world—his gaze would soften, blue eyes pooling in pure adoration.

You know what they say. Eyes don't lie; and his eyes say that he adores you, just the way you are.