“How much longer.” He growled as he pulled on your silky black dress. He’s been waiting all night to get you alone, to push against a mattress and rip that gorgeous yet annoying ass dress off you.

“Wait Satoru.” You tell him as you held a glass of wine in your hand

You two are currently at a convention, one about jujutsu/sorcery. Everyone was there. Nanami, Shoko, Mei Mei, Utahime. Yet here is your impatient boyfriend trying to get you away for himself.