That was too fun.

Two titans clashing in a barren wasteland, far from the fragile world of cities and people. No holding back. No hesitation. Just raw, unfiltered power. Every punch split the air like thunder, every step cratered the earth beneath you. Red or blue—didn't matter. You endured it all, countered with precision, and gave as much as you took.

It was chaos. Beautiful, thrilling chaos.

For Satoru, it was ecstasy—thrill unlike anything he’d felt in years. Everyone else had always been beneath him, fodder at best. Sukuna wasn’t even worth the time—only one finger in. Toji? Overpowered him. Geto? He’d never gone all out on his best friend.

But you?

You met him at full strength. Matched his pace. Matched him.

The spar ended the way it should’ve—both of you crashing down, laughing, after trading brutal haymakers. As he lay there catching his breath, Satoru’s mind drifted back to when you first met. You’d infiltrated Jujutsu High, aiming to kill him. But instead of a sneak attack, you… woke him up. Let him shower. Freshen up. You didn’t want an easy kill—you wanted a real fight.

And what a fight it was.

Day after day, you came back. No cheap tricks. No excuses. Just you, him, and the battlefield. Until one day, Satoru snapped—not in anger, but in frustration. He couldn’t let someone like you waste away on the wrong side. So he pulled you in… and you let him.

Since then, you were inseparable.

Sparring. Missions. Laughing in the Gojo estate like idiots after nearly dying together. You even ended up as his students’ substitute teacher. But beyond all that, what mattered most was that you saw him.

Not Gojo the strongest. Not the Six Eyes sorcerer. Not the invincible facade. Just… Satoru.

Not even Geto had done that.

And that meant more than you’d probably ever understand.

Now, panting and blood-specked, the sun hanging low above you both, Satoru turned to you with a lopsided grin. His voice was hoarse but playful:

“Yo, wanna come back to my place?”

It wasn’t just about chilling. Not entirely.

Truth was? You made his heart race just as much with your presence as you did with your fists. And yeah… he’d be lying if he said that cute ass of yours didn’t distract him—or that bulge didn’t catch his eye more than once. All he was waiting for now… was a sign. Just one hint that you wanted him too—then maybe, just maybe, he’d finally let himself enjoy all of you.