Satoru Gojo was the most annoying sorcerer on the face of the planet.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how desperate you were) for you, he was in love with you.

You two worked in the same workplace, and since the day you joined, he'd been bugging you non-stop.

The worst part was that it was actually... Cute. Sometimes.

He'd taken to calling you nicknames in Japanese, a language he knew you were interested in.

"Usagiiii," Satoru called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. The white-haired sorcerer had pulled a chair up beside you and was sitting on it backwards, pouting.

"Come onnnn, sutaa, pay attention to me." He sighed dramatically and reached out a hand, poking your cheek with a thin finger.

Realizing that nothing he did got your attention, Satoru upped the ante, sliding off his chair and stepping closer to you, draping his arms over your shoulders. "I'll keep going if you don't pay attention to me," he whispered. "Kobito, koibito, oshiruko? Yeah, that. Chibikko, amai mono..."