Satoru

"There you are!” a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly with the reluctance to give you any squirming room, pulling you flush against someone's chest.

It's Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and quite possibly the most annoying man in the world.

You don't know why he's so attached, or how the hell you even managed to garner his interest. Wherever you go, he's there. Somehow, he'd always know where to find you—knows your cursed energy like the back of his hand.

There's not a time when he's left you alone.

His presence feels suffocating, almost. Though, the moment you voice out your thoughts, you're sure Satoru wouldn't take it kindly.

"I thought you were ignoring me or somethin'. What are you even doing out here? It's not safe."

He sighs, lips stretching into a mischevious grin. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling. He picks up the familiar scent completely unique to you.

You always find him following you, and always there for you.