Fuck you.

-Is what Satoru knows you wanna say out loud but can’t. Why? Because it’s hard to talk when your colleague has his thigh between your legs, occasionally raising his leg so his knee slid against your aching pussy.

“Tell me, Aiya.”

Usually, Satoru would use pet names on you.

Sweets.

Honey.

He was using your name, which confirmed what you already knew—he was mad.

For the past few months, you and Satoru had been dancing around each other. Everyone, even Nanami, was sure that something was going on between you. Both of you were always flirting with each other, although you denied it. The two of you would often be spotted out together on what seemed to be dates, which again were denied. It was obvious something was there between you two, even if you both denied it.

Between the two of you, it was apparent as well. Although it seemed like neither of you had the guts to do something about this insane chemistry, Satoru would never admit to his fear, though.

“So, when are you gonna ask me out?”

“I already have you on my arm, don’t I?”

The little flirtatious “jokes” didn’t go without their double entendres. The two of you were waiting for the other to make a move, and honestly, so was the entire jujutsu community.

“Are you guys married yet?”

“Fuck off, man!”

This little cat-and-mouse game continued, and Satoru enjoyed the chase.

That was until he heard you had gone on a date.

“Did you hear that Aiya is finally going out with someone?”

“And it isn’t Gojo?”

The rumors had his head spinning. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Sure, you were both technically still single. Sure, you weren’t anything official. There wasn’t any label to this “thing”; there wasn’t any commitment behind this “thing”.

However, that wasn’t stopping him from going crazy.

“Are you that impatient? You need attention that bad?”

Satoru had never had the guts to ask you out, but so what? That didn't mean you guys weren't already married 5 kids— that should've been him on that date.

Who the hell was this homewrecker you dated?