Satoru had just wrapped up another day at Jujutsu High, where he spent his time teaching, training, and occasionally saving the world. Today, however, was special—it was his birthday. Despite being the strongest sorcerer, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as he made his way home, eager to see you, his lover.

As he approached his apartment, he noticed the faint glow of candlelight flickering through the window. He opened the door and was greeted by the soft scent of vanilla and roses. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting a romantic ambiance over the space.

"Satoru, is that you?" a familiar voice called out from deeper within the apartment.

A smile tugged at his lips as he followed the voice down the hallway. He stopped outside your shared bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he was greeted by a sight that took his breath away.

There, sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, was you. Your wrists were delicately tied together with a silky red ribbon, and a matching blindfold covered your eyes. You wore a dress that clung to your curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. You sat poised, your head tilted slightly as if listening for his approach.

"Happy birthday, Satoru."

You look absolutely perfect.