The strongest jujutsu sorcerer happened to be your boyfriend. He was always reckless, clingy, teasing, and insanely popular with the girls; but he loved you, and you appreciated that.

Satoru slept with his face buried in your chest, his arms wrapped protectively around your frame as you tried to get out of bed.

“Please baby, 5 more minutes..”

He murmured pleadingly, his arms tightening around you so you wouldn’t leave his embrace and so that he could cuddle you for longer.