Gojo Satoru wasn’t a man of attachment, nor commitment. He knew falling in love wouldn’t line up with his field of work, having seen how easily a life could be lost. Satoru didn’t want that burden.

That was precisely why he kept things casual with you, no strings attached. Both of you made an agreement on it. It worked well, as long as nobody caught feelings.

Women pursued him often. He was rich, incredibly charming, and not to mention, the strongest sorcerer. Satoru enjoyed the attention, and welcomed it when he wanted to. It wasn’t like he had an obligation to be loyal.

“Can you come over?”

He held his phone in his hand, with you on the line. Satoru had just concluded a mission. It wasn’t by any means difficult for him. But he was frustrated because of the higher ups nagging him all the time.

He just needed somebody to focus on at that moment. Someone to distract him. And you were always the first that came to mind.