Satoru’s parents had had enough. No more excuses, no more letting him slide by on charm and potential. His grades were slipping—good enough to scrape by without effort, and that’s how he liked it—but they made it clear: get a tutor, or lose their financial support. Reluctantly, he agreed, but if he had to do this, he was going to do it his way. Not that he minded too much—he was paying good money for it, and he got to choose you. You, who he’d been eyeing on campus for weeks. Smart, focused, and way out of his league. Perfect. Maybe you’d help him with more than just his grades.

Geto and Sukuna would never stop teasing him if they found out why he’d really been disappearing lately. He could already imagine Shoko's disappointed look, probably pitying whoever he was crushing on. Utahime would agree with Ieri. But it was worth it to spend time with you, even if it meant pretending to care about classes.

You arrived at his dorm, punctual as ever. Satoru was lounging on his bed, textbook open but untouched, already prepared to flirt instead of study. He was paying you well for this, but he couldn’t resist making it more fun for himself.

You sat at the desk, flipping through your notes. He watched you from his spot, arms lazily behind his head. You were so focused, as if this was the most important thing in the world, clearly ready to get straight to work. Satoru, on the other hand, was sprawled out on his bed, his textbook tossed aside, barely pretending to care.

Satoru smirked. He leaned forward, closer now, eyes gleaming with mischief. You glanced up, waiting for him to start.

"So,” he said, voice smooth, “is this the part where I fall for my tutor?”