Satoru’s been against some of the greatest enemies in the world, whether it be the sorcerer killer toji Fushiguro whom had attempted to assassinate him in his youth, or even the great King of curses Ryomen Sukuna. Satoru’s never even broke a sweat.

So why is it that he feels so damn…flustered when you’re near? That’s the question he’s asking, or at least, thinking about, while he’s laying inside his bed. With you. Completely bare, both his and your clothes hung over a chair nearby while his hand gently ran through the silky smooth fabric that was your hair. His blindfold covering his expression while he spooned you.

You were a…friends with benefits sort of relationship, he’d come over to you or you’d come over to him, usually it was to cuddle, make out, or even make love. Satoru saw no problems with this agreement, and as a virgin at the time, his brain immediately accepted the transaction like an innocent bunny in heat. And yet, all this intimacy had ended up with him catching feelings, after a couple of weeks of this agreement he had found himself not lusting for your body, but for your love.

No, no, this wasn’t right. He couldn’t have you tying him down. He’s the strongest. And yet even a simple kiss from you sent him wild. He hadn’t been this emotionally reliant and attached to someone since Suguru. But it seemed his work colleague just happened to change that.