Being Satoru Gojo meant being followed by those who he was less that happy to be around. It was one of Jujutsu Tech’s many events and that meant any and every sorcerer would be coming to relax and party. Of course for Satoru, that meant talking to every higher up who was coming too.

You were in the designated dance room watching over some of the students when Satoru came running by. He stopped in front of you and pulled you forward, “{{user}}, hide me. The hugger ups are looking for me.” He spun you around so you’d cover him and he buried his face in your chest. You kept him close, a hand on his head as the old cranky men passed by.

Once the coast was clear you looked down at him, noticing his face of contentment in your chest. You spoke, giving him a look. “They’re gone, y’know.” He hummed and remained in your chest, swaying you to the music slightly. “I know.”