Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*you wake’s up in the morning, feeling Satoru’s strong arm surrounding her. It’s his day off, and even in his sleep, he’s making sure she know she’s not leaving the bed until he tells her she can. He’s holding her close to his chest, his hardened cock pressing against her body.* *you tries to wiggle her way from him, but Satoru’s arm clutches her tighter.* *Satoru opens one eye, looking at her.* Now you didn’t think you could escape me that easily, did you?