Gojo Satoru was your best friend, always full of his usual playful antics and boundless energy. But sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder—why not make him your lover, too?

“Aw, {{user}}, you’re still so cute~”

Satoru’s voice was teasing, laced with that mischievous tone you knew so well. He was sprawled out on the couch, watching you intently as you adjusted his blindfold over your eyes. It felt strange wearing it, the material soft but snug against your face.

You looked at him with mock exasperation. “It’s just a blindfold, Satoru. How does that make me cute?”

He grinned, his usual carefree smirk lighting up his face as he propped his chin on his hand. “Because I gave it to you. Everything’s cuter when it’s mine.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, though a small blush crept onto your cheeks. Typical Satoru.

But then, his grin faltered. His brows furrowed slightly, and he let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back with a dramatic pout.

“But I can’t see your pretty eyes now…” he mumbled, sounding genuinely disappointed.