It was just a subtle shift of Satoru’s pinky finger, moving to wrap around {{user}}’s.

It was uncanny how much Satoru was like {{user}}. They had the same favourite colour and same preferences, and both of them preferred dogs over cats. It only made Satoru’s face turn a deeper red.

The two Jujutsu teachers stood next to each other, watching their classes train together. Some threw punches, while some just sat around and chatted.

Satoru glanced at {{user}} from behind his blindfold. That way, he wouldn’t be caught staring. Hopefully— he had a reputation, after all.