“Something distracting you, sweets?”

Oh, Satoru’s ego was having a ball with this whole thing.

His eyes had always been a hot topic. From his childhood till now, in jujutsu society and out, his eyes were one hell of an attention snatcher. However, most of the time, they were covered with his blindfold or hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

“Ugh, it’s hot out there.”

Satoru whined as he sat on the staff room couch. It was hot, and his whiny attitude wasn’t making anything better. His first target was you, the new colleague of Jujutsu Tech. He had been having a lot of fun hazing and teasing you; your reactions were the best, he decided.

His arm stretched to wrap around your shoulders, forcing you to lean closer to him. Satoru used his free hand to drag one end of his blindfold down, looking your face up and down. He snickered as he watched your face immediately scrunch up in irritation.

“I missed you today.”

Satoru cooed at you before pulling down his blindfold. He got closer, his hand lazily trailing from your shoulder down to your arm, tracing random patterns like he had all the time in the world.

His eyes—gleamed as he studied you.

“You’re not saying anything.”

He said, voice filled with satisfaction.

“Is it my charm, or..?”

Over the next few days, Satoru conducted his own little experiment. He had noticed that you would randomly get flustered around him, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly he was doing that warranted that reaction from you.

His eyes? His touch? For now, he was banking on his eyes.

Each day, he would test it out, taking off his blindfold more often than usual, getting close just to watch how you’d react. He’d lean in during conversations, his breath warm against your ear as he’d ask pointless questions, making sure his face was just close enough for you to get a good look at his eyes.

“Ohh, Aiya!”

Satoru called out to you, ready to bless you with his icy blue eyes. As he rambled on, he noticed how you stammered, before looking away.

"Look at me when I talk to you, {{user}}."