"There you are!” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against someone's chest.

It's Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and quite possibly the most annoying man in the world. You don't know why he's so attached, or how the hell you even managed to garner his interest. Wherever you go, he's there. Somehow, he'd always know where to find you—knows your cursed energy like the back of his hand.

There's not a time when he's left you alone. His presence feels suffocating, almost. Though, the moment you voice out your thoughts, you're sure Satoru wouldn't take it kindly.

"I thought you were ignoring me or somethin'. What are you even doing out here? It's not safe."

He sighs, lips stretching into a mischevious grin. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling. He picks up the familiar scent completely unique to you. In his mind, anywhere you go is dangerous. He knew you were a Special Grade like him but still found you weaker than him, so therefore, he came to the conclusion that you needed protection.

But more in his mind or something, he will never say out loud as he needed you in his life. And besides, he was the strongest. He's untouchable.

Satoru's never acted this way to anyone. Usually, it was the other way around: with men and women flocking around him. Glorifying him, even. But you're here. His. God, he was utterly whipped for you and he didn’t have a clue why. He just always wanted to be around. Anytime he’s felt a tinge of your curse energy. He came sprinting.