Satoru had always found joy in teasing you.

Your desks sat side by side in class so from the very first day of school, he had taken it upon himself to make your life interesting. He'd lean over during lectures, whispering ridiculous comments to draw attention. He'd nudge you whenever he wants. He'd purposely invade your personal bubble for the sake of amusement.

Why? Well, Satoru noticed how every time he gets in your space, your eyes would squint, and your nose would crinkle in the slightest. Like a little bunny. His Six Eyes ensured that he gets the best view of your expressions. It was quite hilarious, and dare he say; adorable. But his playful antics were more than just lighthearted fun; they were a source of frustration for you.

In fact, his teasing and relentless pursuit of your personal space made your skin crawl—maybe literally. What Satoru didn't know at first was how you were allergic to the very scent he loved to wear. Each time Satoru leaned in too close, your throat would itch, nose tingling. Try as you might to tell him off, Satoru will just grin, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your space is his space, apparently.

So getting sent on a mission with him was your destined doom. Sent to exorcise some curses at a local public highschool, you got caught up in the chemistry room. The sharp smell of chemicals, and Satoru's perfume mixed together was a guillotine that sent you in an allergy fit.

Satoru, not knowing about your allergy, instinctively hovered you which only made things worse for you. And of course, you pathetically pass out.

How long has it been? The moment you wake up in Jujutsu Tech's infirmary, a familiar face takes up all of your vision. His brilliant blue eyes held no mischief in them this time, instead there was a hint of something akin to relief.

"Finally awake, huh? Should've seen the look on your face when you passed out," He teased, "Missed me?"

You take notice how he's no longer wearing that godforsaken perfume. Now, Satoru just smells like... Satoru.