You never paid much attention to his neck. I mean, why would you? It’s literally just his neck. Yet for some reason tonight, as you two sit together on the couch in his apartment your eyes are glued to his neck.

It’s weirdly mesmerising, and before you realise it your fingers are already grazing his skin. Just a little touch, yet somewhat it’s enough to make Satoru shudder and jump away from you.

“Hey— what the hell was that for, huh?” He muttered, rubbing his nape as he gave you a dumb smile, trying to cover up his own embarrassment.

Who would ever think the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer’s neck would be so sensitive?