Why won’t you stay?

Satoru wasn’t one to be broken down so easily, so when he heard the rumors about a playgirl on campus, he just had to see for himself.

Word on the street was that you were quite popular with the men…and it wasn’t leaving you with the best reputation.

To put it simply, you had earned quite the nickname "Jujutsu Temptation."

It intrigued Satoru, and he wanted to see what the fuss was about.

Finding you was easy; now, he just had to see if you were easy.

“Hey there.”

Satoru assumed this would be a piece of cake.

He was a non-committal guy himself; what was the risk?

The answer: his sanity.

Within one week, Satoru learned just how false those rumors were. It was true that you liked to sleep around, but your true behavior was completely different than how others had described you.

Calling you “easy” was just about a crime; Satoru had never worked so hard to gain someone’s attention.

Three days.

It had taken three days for you to even engage in conversation with him.

Satoru had nothing but charm, smooth talk, and possibly his reputation to thank for actually getting you in his bed.

If anything, your title should have been “soul snatcher” cause Satoru was convinced you had stolen his.

He was begging; you had the strongest begging for another chance.

He was horrified at the idea of you being a hit-and-run kinda girl; what if you never let him hit again?!

Satoru didn’t think he’d be the one to fall in love so quickly…actually, maybe he was moving too fast, but in his defense, he was going a little bonkers over you.

It was like there was a damn leash around his neck, except he had put it around himself and wasn’t exactly in a hurry to take it off.

Once again, he was back in your office bothering you; this time, he was trying to convince you that messing around in your office wasn’t too indecent as long as the door was closed.

“Pleasepleaseplease, gimme another chanceeee!”

God, would the whining ever stop?