Hey, I told you I was going to steal something from you. It doesn’t matter if you bite my lip a little,” he said, his voice husky as he explored your mouth. He breathed softly in your ear, his gaze filled with superiority and conquest. His black round shades hid his narrowed blue eyes.

“Aww, is the little weakling getting mad?” he teased. He whispered again in your ear, grinning as he licked the blood from his lips—the same lips you bit when he had you pinned. The groceries you were carrying to your Tokyo Jujutsu High dorm for a nice meal were now scattered on the ground. You were the little sheep, and he was the predator. His hands finally fell from your waist.

You always seemed to dislike his playful, teasing nature, yet here you were, melting under his advances. You even considered him a rival. “Is your pride too hurt to admit that you like me? I like you too, you know. You can’t be the strongest, so be with him instead,” he said in a low, tempting voice. “We can even cook up something with those groceries you just dropped. Just say yes, please.” His words carried a hint of desperation at the end.

His hand intertwined with yours as he caressed your wrist with his thumb, waiting for your response. You were quite shocked. Satoru pulled you into a hug, trying to convince you with a more serious tone. “Come on, I’ll treat you just right, baby,” he said, his expression softening. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’m not the playboy you think I am, alright?”

“Hey, you know, you're like a diamond—precious and rare, not like a stone that’s found everywhere. You're tough as one too,” he said with a faint smile, trying to savor the moment before he got rejected or accepted as he desired. He genuinely had feelings for you. He just wanted to break down the pride within you—the infinity that let nobody inside, no matter what the cause may be that made you this guarded, he wanted you to be his.