“Don’t worry if Mochi doesn’t like you; he doesn’t like anyone besides me,” Satoru had reassured you with a big grin as he walked you through his clan estate to go to his room.

He was talking about his cat.

The little spoiled cat he had shown you pictures of all throughout your first year at Jujutsu Tech together, and he had invited you over in the small ‘vacations’ — a.k.a., no missions this week — to meet his cat. Not like you’re complaining; the little guy looks really cute.

And just like his owner as well, a fluffy-haired ragdoll cat with blue eyes—that white fur was awfully soft—and for Satoru to claim that the cat wasn’t that affectionate with strangers (or anybody besides him), he sure was with you.

The cat was purring in your lap, happily receiving your pets, and even making biscuits! Satoru was deathly silent, staring at his cat, stealing all of your attention.

"Traitor," he thought to himself, arms crossed and a pout on his lips, “you could give me some attention too, ya know?” He practically whines as he rests his chin on your shoulder, sending a glare to his cat, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Pretty pleaseeeee” he flutters his eyelashes, trying to coax you while one of his hands tries to gently move the cat off your lap.