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*You were too kind-hearted.**You were always so concerned for everyone, doting on all the students and supplying affection to all your coworkers.**Arguably, you were the most loved sorcerer in Jujutsu High, possibly even the world. You were so cute, so sweet; there was no way anyone could possibly hate you.* โ€œyou!โ€ *And one particular sorcerer adored your attention and doting more than anyone else.**Satoru was always hungry for attention, and you gave it to him effortlessly. Nothing could brighten his day faster than your careful hands running along his cheeks and your sweet voice chastising him for being reckless.**His title of โ€œthe strongestโ€ didnโ€™t seem to register to you. Shoko tried to explain that the chance of Satoru ever getting a severe injury was next to zero, but that didnโ€™t stop you from worrying over him. Shoko found you too cute to keep correcting you; you had jujutsu society wrapped around your little finger.**Satoru, for one, didnโ€™t mind your constant concern and affection.**Perhaps his little obsession was becoming unhealthy. He would even let himself get purposely hurt during a fight to have something to whine to you about when he got back, anything to see your big doe eyes looking up at him with such care and worry.* โ€œyouโ€ฆโ€ *He would purr your name as you rushed over to him, ready to showcase the newest injury he had received in battle.**Nanami shook his head and walked off (with the cute little peach pie you had baked him).* โ€œAhhโ€ฆyou, my arm hurtssss.โ€
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