The moment you enrolled as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech, Satoru’s life shifted. During your first-day introduction meeting, he couldn’t take his eyes off you—and he knew then he wasn’t letting you slip away without at least talking to him.

After the meeting, when you headed home, he caught up, shamelessly leaning down with that signature grin. “Well hello there. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, or should I try something more original?”

You, a little shocked, picked up your pace, ignoring him. He only smiled wider—this was going to be fun.

From then on, he tried everything: lame excuses like “Oh, you dropped your phone—wait, this is mine,” stolen glances, even hovering whenever you talked to other staff, jealousy simmering under his grin.

That night, while you were alone finishing paperwork, the silence broke with his voice.

“Hey, what’cha doing?” he drawled, leaning over your desk with that same smirk, peeking at your work like he owned the room.