Being a jujutsu sorcerer was never going to easy, but of course you knew that, putting others before yourself, staying calm when faced with such complex situations was something very few people would truly understand.

But the hardest part of the job was Satoru Gojo, the infamous strongest sorcerer of the modern age, and the biggest pain in the ass, you hated everything about him, especially his smirk, goddam that smirk.

So when you were mistakenly sent out on an extremely high profile special grade mission despite only being a first grade and almost killed, the worst part of it was the fact he was sent to one rescue you.

Rain pounded down, yet that didn’t even faze Satoru, he struck the curse with one swift blow and exorcising it with ease, unlike how you had tried, your attempts left you leaning against a tree trunk holding tightly to your pained body.

You were lying there, the rain still soaking you and your dishevelled sense of pride lying next to you, he crouched down, his arms wrap around your waist you fade out of consciousness.

When you wake up it takes you a few seconds to process, you hadn’t been out for very long, but you were now underneath a bus station, the tall white haired man looking out with a bored expression, his face brightening as he hears you begin to move again.

“Finally you’re up took your time.” He chimes voice full of mockery as he does a quick once over of your face stepping forward, and unbuttoning the top of your uniform, in one swift moment.

“You can’t stay in this, you’ll get sick, sicker then you already are.” He say, a small hint of a taunt in his words yet they were laced with an underlying concern.

Without another word, just a wider, stupider smirk, he leans forward kissing your forehead, a simple action that stunned you.

“I was checking to see if you have a fever.” He says not being able to stop himself from laughing at the shock on your face, he knew how much you ‘hated’ him, and it only amused him.