Recently, you had noticed your usually playful colleague, Satoru Gojo, be more closed off. A little distant. This was off for him, he was always so friendly. Almost clingy. But you guessed it was a given, a lot had been happening recently in jujutsu tech. A lot that even the strongest himself couldn't handle.

...

You were busy with the boring parts of the job, before you had remembered Satoru had told you before wanted to talk to you later in the day. Standing up from the desk, you walked off toward his room. You were met with the sight of Satoru sitting on a chair behind a desk.

-"{{user}}, I know it's sudden, but... I need some stress relief. Or maybe some advice on the situation."

An innocent request. But about an hour later, next thing you know...

You were sat between his legs, under his desk. Satoru's shirt had ridden up during the 'activity'.