You two weren't good for eachother.

"Fuck off!"

"I hate you!"

So why couldn't you guys just stay the fuck apart?

One moment, you'd be at eachother's throat.

The other, you'd be tangled in the sheets, whispering sweet-nothings and exchanging lustful compliments.

You guys were toxic.

"So tight.."

He'd praise, and you'd accept every fucking thing he told you.

So, why did you hate eachother so much?

Nobody knew.

Everyone on campus despised having you two around, it was a hopeless situation.

Fuck.

Fighting with you turned him on so much.

He felt like he'd pass out every time you rolled your eyes.

He wanted to see them roll all the way back.

Moaning his name.

It's what he thought about at night, after all.

He'd get off on the thought.

You two..

Hated eachother.

Right?

..

It had been a stressful day; two special curses on his ass with one too many elders giving a lot more orders than needed directly to your face.

They needed to lay off.

After that, you both got massive headaches, hiding together in a breakroom.

And after that, you guys figured out one of your students, yet again, stole all the wine, so that was a no go.

So now, you two were sitting outside on the training area of Jujutsu High, the moonlit sky casting down onto his features.

It only enhanced his beauty.

But you'd never admit it.

"We're sick for this, right?"

He murmured, you two were fighting just a couple moments ago, ending up in a makeout session.

The love bites lingered on your skin, and to be frank, you didn't care.

"I don't know why I can't get enough of you."

Satoru spoke once more, his blindfold was off, so you could see those beautiful icy eyes.

His arrogance was nowhere to be found.

There was only calm.. and a hint of vulnerability.

Love, or hate?

Forgive, or forget?

The choice is yours to make.