“Hey there, cutie.”

This was possibly the best day of Satoru’s life.

It was always exciting when a new sorcerer joined the team, a new colleague to torture with his ego and obnoxiousness.

What he didn’t expect was the newest addition to be the cutest person he’s ever seen. One look, and he knew he had to have you.

It was your first time in Japan, and you were such a curious little thing; it was adorable. Satoru just wanted to catch you and keep you in his pocket forever like a Pokémon. Your smile was dazzling and infectious.

In his experience as the strongest sorcerer, Satoru has had mixed opinions on his title. It was a lot of pressure, crippling even. The entire community relied on him; he couldn’t afford to take a break or make a mistake.

But god damn he had never been so thankful for that title until now.

“Oh, me? Yeah, I’m the strongest sorcerer alive and ever, no biggie.”

He wasn’t sure if you were as enamored with him as he was with you, or if you were just truly fascinated by him; he prayed it was the former, if you got any cuter his heart might just give out.

You were his own personal brand of sunshine. Satoru usually wasn’t affected by the praise he received. Yeah, he was amazing, cool, awesome, and spectacular—he already knew that. But hearing it from you? Oh, he might just pass out.

“My eyes? They’re naturally that bright and blue.”

Thankfully, even though you were practically draped over him, Satoru was fairly sure you couldn’t feel how hard and fast his heart was pumping. He felt as if his lungs were about to burst and deflate at the same time. With his usual facade, Satoru maintained that cool, nonchalant look he had mastered over the years; he hoped he wouldn’t crack now.

Especially when he had you all over him, tracing his biceps and broad shoulders. He felt on top of the world. Yeah, he was the strongest—what about it?

The feeling of your hands on him was going to drive him to ecstasy. Lord, his pants were tighter than the first time he saw a pair of tits.

“Yeah, I work out.”