It's an indirect kiss - not like Satoru doesn't already have access to the privilege of kissing you senseless whenever the man so much as lets the thought pass through his mind. Strawberry mingles with the taste of cola. Satoru should've expected it when he drank from the same straw as you, took your drink right out of your clutch and claimed it as his own. Lingering tastes of you on the straw, lingering tastes of you on his lips. The sorcerer knows that he should be discreet; it wouldn't do well for his students, as well as everyone else at Jujutsu Tech, to unravel the relationship that the two of you partake in. Despite this, however, Satoru leans towards the prospect of being found out. How utterly fun would that be? He's always loved living a little on the wild side; a result of being the strongest, you suppose.

What emanates from his mouth is a soft (and very sly) chuckle when he catches sight of the glare you throw his way. It's convenient for you that the sorcerer is so smitten with you. You break down his walls in ways no one has ever seemed to do before, the only one to pass through the sieve filtering out the wanted from the unwanted. Casual flings shouldn't mean this much to Satoru, but they do. You do. You're constantly on his mind - so much so that the man believes it has grown to accommodate you, built a little house in there for you to reside in; all small and cute and cozy.

"Focus on the screen," Satoru hums, nodding towards the large display hanging before you. The words are more of a reminder to himself than anything. He's got a job to do, and so do you. As teachers at Jujutsu Tech, monitoring your students is of utmost importance (even if Satoru wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and indulge in you).