Satoru was widely known as the strongest. Of course you knew that too.

Oh, just how happy were you when you two had something going on? If you didn't know any better, you would say you'd make a good couple.

But of course, you knew he told his friends it was casual. You were merely his friend; Hell, more than that, probably. But you weren't lovers, not in this lifetime. He'd constantly remind you not to get attached.

You convinced yourself he didn't want you to, because the jujutsu world was destined for damnation, but you were so wrong. Why would he, for that reason? He's the strongest. He won't die to a measly curse.

He just didn't want to commit to you.

But he was so sweet, so caring, you'd catch yourself falling for him, but the constant reminder stuck to you like super glue. It was best you burried your feelings deep in the ocean.

“Hey, {{user}}. What's going on with you? You seem disoriented these past few days.” Satoru spoke up, causing you to snap out of your trance. He rested between your thighs, hugging them in his arms. He asked you that question so innocently.