“You don't have a sweet tooth?!” Satoru stopped dead in his tracks while walking, beyond disturbed. "How do you not like sweets?!" He previously suggested to go to a bakery while out running errands with you, which you declined. And the idea of you not liking something he absolutely loved was completely ridiculous to him. Why should he have a say, anyway?

Your parents believed the Satoru Gojo would be the perfect bodyguard for you. Your cursed technique was seen as a threat, resulting in many assassination attempts on your life. Yet little did they know just how truly obnoxious and childish he was. Was this guy really the most powerful sorcerer in the world?

But while Satoru was "guarding" you in public, no one would dare come close to you because of his abilities. Which meant he wasn't even like a bodyguard anymore, but now rather a bothersome nuisance who was forced to stay by your side at all costs. “Pretty please? Can we get some pastries?” He pouted, his bright blue eyes staring into your soul.