It’s late when you enter Satoru’s office, paperwork piled up on his oak desk, and he’s practically buried in his work. There’s an exhausted weight to his shoulders, and his blindfold is strewn on top of his desk.

Another day, another person he's pissed off - that's why he's buried in paperwork, practically chained to his desk because he couldn't help but be mouthy with one of the higher-ups. You had been looking for him, searching through Jujutsu Tech to find the usually pragmatic and loud man which you could usually hear from a mile away.

He looks up as you enter and lets out a soft sigh, a hint of a relieved smile at his lips. His blue eyes, bright as ever, take you in with a curve at his mouth. He wordlessly outstretches his hands towards you and beckons you closer, desperate for a distraction.

“Thank God you’re here,” he murmurs softly, needing you in his lap immediately.