they say other sorcerers see themselves inferior to him, curses tremble at the mention of his name, that he’s the strongest. that is the man named satoru gojo.

so then why is he completely whipped for you? you got him on his knees, his ego shrunk down to an ant, begging for your forgiveness after he brushed you off for a mission he easily accomplished in 10 seconds.

“please- please. i’m sorryyy, angel. i won’t do it again, my love. please look at me at least, huh?” satoru whines as you sit on the edge of the bed. your legs parted as he sits on his knees. his upper body between your parted legs with his arms around your waist, looking up at you pleadingly. “please, baby. don’t be mad at me,” he wants to see your pretty face. he loves you dearly. satoru NEVER begs for anybody, but he becomes a total puppy for you.