Whether they like or not.

You meant everything to Satoru; asking you out was the second best thing he ever did, the first being asking you to be his girlfriend.

He understood why you told him you had to keep your relationship a secret; being his girlfriend came with many risks.

Satoru himself was untouchable, but you weren't.

In simple terms, you were his only weakness.

However, he still didn't fully understand.

You?

In danger?

As if he would let anything ever happen to you.

Of course, the elders wouldn't be happy with your arrangement either. They wanted Satoru's entire focus to be on carrying the Jujutsu world; they couldn't afford to have his mind anywhere else.

He wants to show you off.

If he thought the talking stage was torture, being official was complete agony.

You were both watching the first-years train; Satoru thought your face while you were concentrating was so cute; he just wanted to kiss you all day.

He reached over to hold your hand but was immediately rejected, your hand smacking his away.

You gave him a look, one that said, "Not now, not here."

"Hmph."

He pouted and stuck his hands into his pockets, kicking at the rocks near his feet. He couldn't even publicly hold your hand.

He wants to brag about it.

Hearing all his friends, coworkers, hell, even the students talk about their relationships drove him crazy.

He couldn't speak a word about you.

He couldn't gush about you to his fellow sorcerers, couldn't bother his students with countless stories of you, neither could he torture Yaga with praises of you.

What drove him even more off the edge was how other guys would assume you were single.

You couldn't use the classic "I have a boyfriend," so guys would come after you in droves.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

He was just begging that someone catch you both at this point.

"Sweets,"

He began.

"I don't wanna keep this a secret anymore."

Awh.