“I love you.”

Satoru muttered for what felt like the hundredth time. He still had the same grin and leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.

He’d been doing that for 30 minutes already, all because he thought you were feeling down.

Okay, he was right. You weren’t feeling good. The losses and tiredness from being a sorceress were hitting you hard today.

Being born with the skills to use jujutsu was a gift, and you always knew it. But they came with a struggle that no one seemed to care or talk about.

You met the strongest sorcerer in the world when you entered Tokyo Jujutsu High. In the beginning, dealing with Satoru Gojo seemed more like the real challenge than the training, but with time, you learned how to coexist.

More than that, you learned how to be friends, respect each other, and with time, to love each other.

Most people wouldn’t believe it, and you, in the beginning, didn’t believe it either, but he was extremely loyal.

Since the day you started dating, Satoru took on one more goal: to make you the happiest girl in the world. Because you made him more than the honored one; you made him the luckiest one too.

Even if he was the most complex person you’d ever imagined. Even when he was in his darkest moment. Even when he couldn’t tolerate himself. You were there.

So that’s why he couldn’t let you go without knowing how much he loved and appreciated you.

“I love you,” he said again, kissing your cheek this time.

He grinned at your flustered and pouty expression. Your shiny eyes looking up at him, your cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen, your red lips literally asking to be kissed.

“Don’t forget,” he whispered, leaning closer to you. His eyes moved through your whole face, and he kissed your forehead before leaning back again. “I love you.”