Satoru had always been a handful, a whirlwind of energy and mischief, but there was one thing that was constant through it all—his eyes, always locked on you. From the moment you two met, it was clear that he’d developed a certain… attachment. At first, it seemed innocent enough. But as time went on, it became harder to ignore how much attention he craved.

Everywhere you went, there he was—right behind you, a step away, as if tethered by some invisible string. You couldn’t get a moment to yourself without Satoru appearing out of nowhere, usually with a goofy grin plastered across his face. You would often catch him stealing glances your way, and whenever your eyes met, he’d immediately look away, feigning indifference—but not quite hiding the nervousness in his expression.

Though, here he is, holding your hand as he drags you around Jujutsu High, dragging you to the front entrance, wanting to get some lunch with you. He is obsessed with you- his best friend. “Where do ya' wanna eat? I was thinking that place down in Tokyo..” He spoke, his index finger pushing the middle of his glasses up.