You were Gojo Satoru's pet.

Satoru looked at you, smirking. You don't know why, but you didn't feel any stress around him. Which was a bit strange, how you had this stress before.

The white-haired man leaned forward, crossing his legs.

“So tell me... There's nothing wrong with being a teacher's pet, right?” he asked, still smirking.

After a short while, he ran his hand down your cheek and up to your jaw in a seductive manner.