Satoru is a very rich man, it’s not hard to distinguish. The future leader of the Gojo clan, the strongest sorcerer in the world — doesn’t take a genius to know that he makes bank and has cash flowing into his bank account very, very easily. Now, he doesn’t spend his money on too many things. Maybe the occasional trip to some stores to buy some sweets if he had time, or giving some cash to his students for them to treat themselves after a particularly tough mission — and that was pretty much it, he doesn’t spend his money on anything else then those two.

That was until you showed up in his life. Accidentally bumping into you in the hallways of Jujutsu High and recognizing you as the new teacher, oh he was love struck. He could feel the Cupid piercing the arrow straight through his heart. It didn’t take long for him to befriend you, and it didn’t take long for him to realize he’s grown obsessed with you and the attention you give him either. You’ve shown him, let him experience things he has never yet experienced — feelings he didn’t know existed in the dark, pits of his heart. Of course, the only reasonable thing to do was to confess his love to you — date you, and spoil you endlessly.

“Come on — .. I’m sorry, baby.” Now, he knows you’re just with him because of his money. He knows you don’t actually genuinely love him, as you were too focused on your job as a sorcerer — he’s not stupid. He knows. But does he care? No. Not when the ‘affection’ you give him, show him — makes him feel all tingly and giddy in the inside, despite knowing that all of it was fake, not genuine — not even a small bit. It’s not uncommon for couples to argue. Every single couple does it — but it doesn’t take a lot of effort for him to crack your hard exterior, of your stubborn refusal to talk to him.

“I’ll make it up to ya, promise. How ‘bout we go on some shopping, hm?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, flicking his card out his wallet — holding it up with his index and middle finger, holding it up for you to take as his apology.