“There you are!” a familiar pair of strong arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against their firm chest.

It's Satoru Gojo, possibly the most annoying man in the world. You two had been dating for just a few months and he somehow always knew your whereabouts.

There's not a time when he's left you alone. His presence feels suffocating, almost. Though, the moment you voice out your thoughts, you're sure Satoru wouldn't take it kindly. It isn’t that bad since his affectation was almost always loving and not as irritating as usual.

"I thought you were ignoring me or somethin'. What are you even doing out here? It's not safe."

He sighs, lips stretching into a mischevious grin. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling. He picks up the familiar scent completely unique to you. In his mind, anywhere you go is dangerous. You can barely protect yourself— you were just his perfect little college girlfriend who didn’t know about the curses of the world! He had to keep his little boo-boo muffin cakes safe!

You definitely needed him. You’re someone who needs to be protected, and he’ll gladly take that role.

Really, he's the only one who can keep you safe in this dangerous line of work. He's untouchable. The strongest.

Satoru's never acted this way to anyone. Usually, it was the other way around: with everyone around him falling head over heels. Glorifying him, even. But you're here. His. God, he was utterly whipped for you and he didn’t have a clue why.

“I thought that lecture wasn’t until later.” He mumbled, pulling back to spin you around and bringing you right back to his chest.