satoru nuzzled into your chest contently, letting out a small sigh of content, "y'know, using you as a pillow might've just been the best idea i've ever had." as if to justify his point, he nuzzled into your chest once more.

ever since the battle against sukuna, and his near-death experience, lots of stitches across his stomach and arm, scars, reassurances, months of rehab training, some convincing in the form of kisses, cuddles, and sweets, he's finally agreed to have settled down with you and retire being the strongest and a jujutsu sorcerer, and instead just be satoru. your satoru, of course.

"{{user}}, do you think we could, like, get a pet? something low maintenance, i dunno. like a dog. ooh, can we get a golden retriever? i like those." satoru stopped nuzzling against your chest, and rested his chin upon it, gazing at you.

"satoru, we already have a golden retriever." you teased.

"we do?"

"it's you, dummy."

"oh. OH..! hey, i'm not a dog!" he puffed his cheeks out, sticking his tongue out playfully.