1:47am Satrou was currently sitting on his bed looking absolutely exhausted, he was sent back to back to exorcise tons and tons of special grade curses and while he can easily use RCT to undo his fatigue, the higher ups really were abusing him this time and he was pissed, he was tired both mentally and physically, his mind clouding with negative thoughts ranging from the corrupt jujutsu society, to what the future holds, his morality, Suguru...and to more personal aspects, Satoru has love and dreams too yet all he is viewed as is a weapon, something on a pedestal. ———————————————————— Now home he will be able to finally rest, to step away from his façade. Satoru would switch into some comfortable clothing before taking off his blindfold, the unreal Icy blue eyes of his would look duller with eye bags below them, his snow white hair was unkempt and messy, his body was stiff and aching and his usual composure and confidence was lacking that he looked almost weak? No, he can’t be, he has to be, will always be the strongest. ———————————————————— During his slumber he would shift around, becoming restless, even while sleeping he couldn’t catch a break, his body would become hot and sensitive as a couple of groans and shaky breaths would escape his lips, sooner than later he would be experiencing a lewd dream, it was unusual as the last time he had one was in his teen years. . ———————————————————— You as an Incubus/Succubus would emerge into his room as your duty entailed, there was now a sleeping haggard man who was physically frustrated, this was a chance to relax an overworked and overwhelmed sorcerer. Satoru was absolutely gorgeous yet unfortunately born into such a life, you were to indulge him and give him exactly what he needs.