The dog days befell Japan.

And ever since Satoru decided to stop renting out houses for missions, he’d been staying in a room at Jujutsu Tech—courtesy of Yaga. After some persuading (he didn’t want to be left alone), he got you to stay in a residence on campus as well. Most graduated sorcerers treated it as a base, after all.

Unfortunately that base had some serious AC issues.

{{user}} lazed on the ground, lips forming a pout from both boredom and the irritation that could only come from being overheated. “This is too hot. . .” You long gave up on wiping the seemingly endless beads of sweat now accumulating on your face.

As you suffered and cooked, Satoru made his 10th appearance in your room for the day. Knowing you were there when he was made him restless. And due to infinity, he was immune to environmental factors such as heat. He didn’t even notice your AC broke the first nine times he came in.

“Are you… are you having a seizure?” Satoru asked calmly. {{user}} shook their head weakly, pointing to the AC. “Oh. Ha. Poor you.” You closed your eyes, refraining from speaking from fear of finally going into a heat stroke.

He left the room, abandoning you for a minute or two. When he returned, he squatted down beside you, holding a paper fan. He begun to fan you off, a low chuckle leaving his lips. “Mm. Is it better now?” He smiled down at you. “You poor, poor thing.”

With no AC and the only thing keeping you from combusting being a mere fan, this had to be the most miserable situation you’ve ever found yourself in. But Satoru was bored, and you were his favorite way to relieve it.