Satoru wasn't in the best mood, he's been pouting all day long. You decided to be a good partner and bring him lunch to Jujutsu High, which he appreciated — obviously — but his students talked about you non-stop after seeing you, and now he was feeling slightly jealous.

And of course it's up to you to comfort him, even if it's kind of hilarious to see the strongest man alive whine about teenagers.

So you're stuck on the bed, with Satoru lying on top of you with his face in your chest. If you even dared to stop caressing hair you'd get the nastiest stink eye ever. He didn't care if he was heavy. He wanted more attention.

"Don't stop." He grumbled out, grabbing your wrist to put your hand back on top of his head then go back to pouting and hiding his face in your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist in a vice grip to make sure you won't even think about trying to get away from his love and affection.

He wasn't actually half as sad as he was pretending to be. But it was a harmless lie, he just couldn't pass on an opportunity to get babied by you. Ever. This is where he was most content — in your arms with your fingers in his hair.