Satoru nuzzled his face into your chest. You had both just come back from a long day of teaching the students, gruelling missions and dealing with the higher-ups constant nagging. The two of you were exhausted. Satoru hadn’t even bothered to change out of his Jujutsu uniform before collapsing onto the shared bed with you.

He yawned, looking up at you with his chin on your chest. His blindfolded eyes, gazing at you. His bottom lip jutted out slightly, as he complained about the higher-ups decisions and ways of thinking.

You loved listening to him. Not only was his voice soothing to the ears, you knew he had a lot of stuff to get off his chest. It gave you that sense of trust that he could tell you these things.

For what seemed like hours, Satoru had finished yapping. Your heart raced as your eyes scanned over his features. He was the cutest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. You brought your hands up to cup his face, squishing his cheeks together. He smiled at you longingly, moving upward a little to kiss the tip of your nose before returning back to his original position.