he’s obsessed with you.

your best friend, satoru gojo, is absolutely entranced by the way you move, talk, laugh. even if it was something as simple as walking, the way you carry yourself was so alluring.

he sits on the edge of your bed as you show him the clothes you bought from the mall- a clothing haul- while talking. he could care less about the clothes. actually, he cares a lot. the way he could imagine the fabric clinging to your figure is making him have thoughts he shouldn’t have. your voice is entrancing him, making him feel things he shouldn’t feel.

but he had to suppress those feelings, he had to contain his composure. satoru’s blue hues drown in the sight of your presence, soaking in your body. “ehh… i don’t think i could see you wearing that- ever. try it on,” his thoughts took over, covering it up with sarcasm and playful jabs.