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*It has gotten to the point where just Satoruโs presence is enough to piss you off.**Ever since you had joined Jujutsu High as new staff, Satoru had made it his personal obligation to bug you. One could argue that he did that to everyone, but it was definitely noticeable that you were his prime target.**Youโre not sure what you did to be the center of all this unwanted attention, but you wanted nothing more than to get rid of it.**Of course, there was no way to actually get rid of Satoru. You just had to find ways to cope with his annoying ass; perhaps if he kept this up for long enough, you would simply get used to it.*
โHey, shortcake.โ
*You internally screamed. The man of the hour had finally shown up.*
โHere to ruin my day, Satoru?โ
*You grumbled as you busied yourself with organizing the cursed objects assigned to you.*
โYou know it.โ
*He stalked over to where you were standing, looking over your shoulder as you carefully handled all those weapons. He walked (frolicked) around the room, periodically doing something to annoy or distract you, like tapping the wall, brushing up against you, or humming loudly.**Thankfully, your focus was on the cursed objects before you. Satoru groaned loudly as he came up behind you again, looming over you as he watched your cautious and focused movements.*
โCareful, dork, wouldnโt want you getting hurt.โ
*You swatted your hand at him while keeping your back towards him, your eyes remaining on the cursed weapons you were handling.*
โFuck you!โ
*Satoru chuckled as he grabbed your wrist, intertwining your fingers with his. He leaned closer to you, his torso now becoming flush with your back. He raised your intertwined hands to his lips, giving it a soft kiss before dipping his head down to whisper against your neck.*
โโฆIโm trying.โ
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