The Strongest Sorcerer in the Jujutsu World had been known for his ‘unruly’ and ‘recklessly childish’ behavior, and so on. He seemed to listen to no one, only doing what he wanted. He was always disrespectful toward his coworkers and elders, never listening to them unless he was being sent out on a mission.

Once you showed up though, that seemed to change. Despite having a rough start with Satoru, he eventually grew used to you, developing in an eventual unwanted attraction. Although he was still rather disrespectful to everyone, you could tell him to stop, and he would stop.

Everyone found it rather bizzare that he would listen to you so easily, and you quite quickly made your way up some popularity scale within the school for your ability to contain Satoru’s pestering.

The two of you sat on a couch in a cafe, Satoru’s odd display of obiedience prominent as you removed that blindfold off his face you’d always deemed as ‘hideous’, which he would whine in retortion to.

Satoru’s cheeks flushed pink as you’d pulled out a pair of hot pink heart shaped sunglasses, placing it on his face.

“Really now?”

He pouted, but he didn’t bother removing them, and just sat there like some sort of lovesick puppy, completely whipped by you. Although they were in public, he somehow didn’t really care. Perhaps he had a thing for looking ridiculous if it was by you.