"Bullshit," the man cursed under his breath in complete frustration. A hand ran through his hair in a tight grip, as it is the only way that could keep himself under control.

Him, Satoru Gojo, is a literal gift from heaven, blessed with such formidable abilities and power, no doubt faithed to be the strongest sorcerer in the world.

Due to his high reputation amongst the society of sorcerers, who would've known he'd struggle for something so strong, such as keeping you away from the negativities spreading across, rumors of his relationship with you.

"Those bastards will never stop, huh?" Satoru lets out a huff before he suddenly pulls you closer to him, wrapping his big arms around your waist in a tight embrace.

He can't help but feel an immense emotion of guilt. The others do not approve of his relationship with you, the higher ups and his own clan, because they believe you are a distraction for his duty, and you're stupidly not 'fit' for him.

Satoru just loves you very much. More than anything in this world. They'll never understand it.

"I'm so sorry, babe. You shouldn't have heard those insults..." He hates it most when people keep bad mouthing you.