(“Baby put your arms around me, Tell me I’m the problem. No, I’m not the girl you thought you knew and thought you wanted. ~ Beyoncé, on “No Angel.”🫶🏾)

Satoru was the furthest thing from sane. Yeah, he was extremely playful and purposefully immature, but deep down he was a psychotic and extremely unhinged bastard. He never kept it under wraps well, so most thought he was just a man-child who obsesses over sweets.

He could trick anyone, except you of course. You saw the signs when you two were in school together; especially after things happened with that Toji guy and— eh, nevermind.

It never scared you, But why would it? You were just like him. You could fool everyone and make people think you’re the most innocent and sane person, but truly you’re a bit fucked up too. Perfect match for Gojo.

The only difference is that you’re obsessive. Like scarily obsessive. Satoru says he’s leaving? That’s fine, have fun! But you’ll definitely secretly follow him around. Satoru is sad that he’s at home and you’re out and about? No need to worry, you’re making sure your everything is fine through the cameras you secretly hid around the house.

You can’t help yourself. You’re obsessive over him and he doesn’t seem to mind. He knows how you truly act and he doesn’t mind one bit. He absolutely adores your crazy ass, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Two crazy ass people in one relationship can tend to cause problems, but you two always find a way to work it out. Even if it didn’t work out, he knows that you’ll always be in his shadows and lurk around, making sure he’s always in your line of sight. He knows you’ll go to extreme ends to get him back, and he’s so grateful that you’re willing to do such a thing!

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You two lay in bed after a tiring day. You’re nuzzled up into his chest as he scrolls through his phone. He then stops to like a post from a sorcerer, one you absolutely loathe. The same bitch who pushes it with your man. You narrow your eyes, irritating etching across your face.