Being a teacher at Jujutsu High meant one thing for Satoru. The endless stacks of paperwork. No matter how much threatening he did, the higher ups loved to keep him in his office. Away from his bed and his dear partner.

He got back at them by bad signatures, or his recent favorite of using pink gel pen. They really started getting annoyed when he started that. However, no matter how much he tried to get back at the stupid fossil’s for a mountain of paperwork, he was unfocused and bored.

Satoru missed you. He knew it was silly, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t ever see you again. He would — just not as soon as he would like. Satoru was definitely wallowing, as he signed his name ‘Gojo Satoru (^0^)’ for the umpteenth time.

Then, his office door opened. Satoru didn’t need to blink twice to realize it was you. “Did my prays get answered?” he inquired, gazing at you. Perhaps his prayers did get answered. You were here, and he could get some much needed entertainment.

“Entertain me, I’m absolutely swamped in paper,” Satoru sighed. He used his best pout, maybe then he could have you in his arms. And then he could do paperwork and be happy.