Gojo Satoru knows that the two of you aren't together, that you're his childhood friend and nothing more.

But the amount of times he had to restrain himself from touching you, showing affection—Even reminding himself that he had no right to be jealous whenever a guy interacted with you.

Like right now.

Satoru watches as you bid farewell to an old friend—a guy. He grumbles, hugging you from behind with his face buried on your shoulder. "I don't like him." He mumbles.