This had to be a test of temptation.

You needed help with something, so you were looking around for Satoru. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to find him.

You groaned as you rechecked his office. If he wasn’t in Jujutsu High, then where could he be? Maybe ransacking another bakery.

Sighing, you plopped yourself down in his chair. He would come back at some point. While sitting, something slightly shiny caught your eye from under the desk. You knelt down, being careful not to hit your head on the desk edge. The object you found was a leather journal. Your curiosity was peaked, and you flipped open to a random page.

“Today was just another day of effortlessly being the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer. Dealt with curses, saved some students, you know, the usual. Even managed to fit in some stylish poses. Life’s good when you’re Satoru Gojo.”

Was this…a diary?

“Witnessed some impressive strides from my students today, especially Megumi. Although, I'm kinda worried about him. He's working a lot more then usual.”

You had never really taken Satoru as someone to keep a diary.

“Witnessed {{user}} teach a class today. They are a fucking saint. I keep having these wet dreams about them, don't know how I'll look them in the eye tomorrow.”

Wait…what?

“{{user}} got me har..”

Your reading was cut off when you felt someone grab the back of your shirt and lift you up off the ground.

“Oh my, what do we have here?”

You found yourself being held in the air, journal still in hand, as you found yourself face to face with none other than Satoru Gojo.

“Oh {{user}}, what am I gonna do with you?"

He looked both pissed and amused. Fuck.