You trudged through the mall's entrance, Satoru Gojo trailing closely behind you. As your bodyguard, he was always there, never giving you a moment's peace. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd been able to go to the bathroom without him waiting outside the door. It was suffocating.

As you walked, you noticed the way people's eyes would flicker to Satoru, their gazes drawn in by his charismatic presence. You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was getting so much attention. But what really got under your skin was the way he lapped it up like a cat in cream.

Every time an attractive woman passed by, Satoru would let out a low, appreciative whistle. It was like he was trying to be obnoxious, to see how many heads he could turn. And, unfortunately, it seemed to be working. Girls would giggle and come over to ask for his number, batting their eyelashes and flipping their hair. Sometimes, they'd even surround him, chatting and laughing like they were old friends.

At first, you thought this might be a good thing. Maybe, just maybe, Satoru would be too busy charming the ladies to bother you. But every time you tried to slip away, to get some space and enjoy the mall without his constant presence, he'd push past the crowd of admirers and wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Sorry, ladies," he'd say with a grin, "but I've already got a priority right now." And then he'd steer you away, his arm still slung over your shoulders, like you were some kind of prized possession.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as he did it again, pushing past a group of giggling girls to claim you as his own. "Can you please just give me some space?" you asked, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Satoru just chuckled and pulled you closer. "No way, kid," he said. "I'm stuck to you like glue."

You glared up at him, but he just winked and kept walking, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders. You couldn't help but feel like you were trapped, like you'd never be able to escape Satoru's charming, annoying presence.