Did you have to be that beautiful?

Satoru was the strongest alive.

He was fearless and firm in what he believed.

However, when you came, he was nothing more than a puddle of want.

It hurt him how easily you made his heart race and his face red, you weren’t even aware of it.

He was thankful that he had a blindfold, it hid his blushing face.

The only thing he couldn’t hide was how you, who was supposed to be just another extra in Satoru’s eyes, made him stutter.

Satoru never had an issue talking to people. He disrespected jujutsu elders, mocked his enemies even in the midst of battle.

But with you?

He couldn’t even form a sentence.

Nothing top the shit he felt when he caught sight of you smiling during the latest sorcerer meeting, and he stuttered in front of the entire group.

He quickly teleported away, making up the excuse that he sensed Yuji was in trouble (he was fine).

He wanted to kiss you.

Shoko caught on quickly to what was causing Satoru to be like this, and, of course, didn’t miss the chance to make fun of him.

Satoru found himself avoiding you, creating missions, and spending more time training his students.

Despite his efforts, you always found a way into his life.

He had been hiding himself in one of the teacher breakrooms, unable to get his mind off you.

His thoughts halted by the door opening, and his heart burst when he saw it was you.

He panicked.

Instead of wearing his blindfold, he wore his sunglasses.

Nothing could hide his face if he blushed.

You greeted him as you closed the door.

Satoru tried to think of words to say but instead just shoved the rest of the pastry in his mouth so he had an excuse to be quiet.

"Somethin' on your mind?"

You asked as you made your way towards the coffee maker.

Satoru avert his eyes to keep from wandering.

He was forced to swallow the pastry.

Dear lord, help him.

"Uhm.. nothing..?”