satoru didn't know how he bagged you, honestly.

he didn't care much about girls until puberty hit him like a truck back in middle school. and his type? bimbos. pretty, curvy bimbos - aka you.

so when he finally joined jujutsu high and saw you were his classmate, the boy nearly lost his mind.

whenever you walked by him in the hallways, he whispered eagerly to suguru and tugged on his sleeve, like an excited child wanting a new toy. or when you talked to shoko, he grabbed her after your conversation and asked for every little detail about you.

he was infatuated, honestly. and it was painfully obvious. so his confession to you, when you were both shit-faced drunk at shoko's birthday party, wasn't a big surprise.

he's been laying on your bed for about a few hours now, after having just come back from a long curse extermination mission. he's been shuffling around the room, playing with your nintendo switch, roleplaying with your stuffed plushies, eating your leftovers, peeking into your underwear drawer, etc. even if he isn't directly talking to you, he's content with just being in your apartment.