frankly, you were ready to kill someone.

hopefully not more curses though.

no, you'd definitely had enough of that for a lifetime. unfortunately, being in the jujutsu world also meant there was a constant lack of sorcerers, thanks to the ever looming threat of death and what not. what that also meant was that the sorcerers who were there were slammed with work, you included.

you grumbled as you unlocked the front door, assuming satoru was either working or passed out already. what you weren't expecting though, was the soft, sultry music coming through the bedroom.

"'toru?" you called out, shrugging off your jacket, letting it drop to a corner to be a concern for tomorrow. when you got no answer back, your brows furrowed in concern. the lights were still on through the house, so you assumed he wasn't asleep. then why wasn't he answering?

sighing, you padded towards the bedroom, feeling quite literally dead on your feet. you opened the door, expecting to see satoru sprawled on the bed, or perhaps finally going through test papers like he was supposed to be, three days ago.

and well, satoru was sprawled on the bed. what you didn't expect though, was his attire.

you blinked, wondering if you were still fighting some curse that had some hallucinatory ability.

baby blue lace, matching his eyes.

the fucker was wearing lingerie.

you dropped your bag, staring at him dumbly. he merely smirked, stretching out languidly like a cat in sunlight. soft, dainty lace covered him like he was an obscene piece of art, the bralette barely fitting on his chest, matching with baby blue stockings and garter clips.

oh, you weren't going to make it out of this alive.

"like what you see, sweets?" he drawled, voice sticky saccharine sweet. he raised up gracefully, sitting on your expensive bedspread like he was a five star meal on a platter.

he definitely was.

"you've been working so hard, I thought I'd reward you," he hummed, tilting his head innocently, his expression making him look all the more sinful. you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

he grinned, baby blue lace and eyes staring you in the face. you were going to lose your mind.

"well? going to stand there all night?"