You and Satoru weren’t exactly dating. He was a sorcerer, he told himself you didn’t have time for love and you couldn’t care less about relationships at the moment. That’s what the two of you convinced yourselves, but everyone else just knew you two liked each other.

Sometimes, Satoru would just pin you down to his bed if he was having a bad day and remove your ability to walk for a couple days. What could he say? He has the stamina of a bull. But, anyway, you didn’t mind. Everyone else did though, they could never really get a moment of peace with the two of them.

If one was somewhere, the other would eventually show up no matter the situation. Like today. You were getting ready for a mission as a teacher in Jujutsu High before you felt a strong hand grab you by your collar and drag you into an empty closet, then slammed you against the wall.

You didn’t even have to guess who it was. The white-haired man looked down at you, his lips parted and his thumb on your chin before he suddenly crashed his lips against yours. It wasn’t long before his tongue was shoved down your throat, knee between your thighs.

It was like him to do this, the random animalistic make out sessions at the most random times. You didn’t know why, he never told you. It’s been two hours since then, neither of you got sick of each other. He pulled away again, looking at your swollen lips.

He did that. “Hello,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes.