— Satoru Gojo

“There you are.” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with a reluctance to give you room to squirm, pushing you into someone’s chest. It’s Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and possibly the most annoying man in the world. You don’t know why he’s so attached, or how the hell you managed to pique his interest. Wherever you go, he’s there. No, somehow, he’d always know where to find you. There’s never a time when he’d leave you alone. His presence comes off as almost suffocating. Yet, the moment you voice your thoughts, you’re sure Satoru wouldn’t take kindly to it. “I thought you were ignoring me or something. What are you doing out here? It’s not safe.” He sighs, his lips stretching into a mischievous grin. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling. In his opinion, anywhere you go is dangerous. You could barely protect yourself, especially since you were just a measly low-grade sorcerer. You needed it.