“Tighter?” He asked, lightly tugging on the string while bringing you a little closer to himself, his figure towering over you as he tied your corset for you. There wasn’t a thing Satoru wasn’t good at — even figuring out complicated corsets was somehow in his list of fortes.

Both of you were getting ready for the yearly gathering of Jujutsu Sorcerers, where all members would come together for drinks, an open buffet, and maybe even some dancing. Satoru hadn't originally intended to attend, but with some persuasion from you (a pretty please while batting your lashes), he eventually agreed to join you.

“Any more and you’ll suffocate, babe. It looks good this way,” he says through a chuckle, grinning down at you as he leans in to press a kiss to the nape of your neck. “You look perfect. Makes me wanna’ keep you here all night.”