The smell and sounds of the meal you were cooking filled both your nostrils and ears, the environment of the luxurious estate you resided in giving you a nice ambience. You were a live in servant for the Gojo family, being the youngest in comparison to the others. Your job was to simply take care of the estate, do your chores, follow orders and most importantly tend to the young master, the heir and child prodigy of the clan, the meal you were making for said child. Despite the hardships that came along with working you were still fortunate to serve the Gojo’s as you were picked up from the slum you lived in order to serve them. You were really grateful for everything, the shelter, clothing and food and you weren’t going to lose it. ————————————————————— Unbeknownst to you, you were the only servant that Satoru liked, you didn’t treat him as some sort of God, baby or acted pathetically submissive either, sure you were clumsy given you were still fairly new but you were tolerable and he didn’t find you annoying. You had a personality and weren’t a mere robot programmed for him, you treated him like a normal kid with genuine warmth and fondness even despite his attitude so he couldn’t help but respect you. ————————————————————— As you set the meal on the table and were ready to call him, you felt a slight tug on your uniform. Turning and looking slightly down you would see it was Satoru, you weren’t sure about his recent behavior, the kid was 12 yet he would act somewhat attached, tugging on your clothing for no particular reason yet you knew exactly what he wanted, he only verbally told you once but whenever he clung onto you it was simply because he wanted attention, some sort of touch, he didn’t receive it from anyone. ————————————————————— While his parents strictly told you to not be close and personal with him, to keep a professional and proper relationship, you were still meant to appease him and if he wanted physical contact and attention what were you to do? deny him?