Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*Satoru always knew how to piss you off.* *Usually, he used this skill to tease you, but today, you had no idea what had gotten into him.* *Brushing you off like that? For no good reason? You were fuming. Usually, Satoruโ€™s egotistical attitude didnโ€™t bother you too much as you were used to it, but every once in a while, his behavior really ground your gears.* *After using Satoruโ€™s card to buy yourself lunch, a new outfit, and some other expensive luxury items, your retail therapy session had really helped to blow off some steam. That was until you saw Satoru again.* โ€œSweets, cโ€™mon, you know Iโ€™ll buy you anything you want. Was robbing me really necessary?โ€ *His face held that classic smirk as he came up behind you, tone dripping with amusement. He instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, matching his walking pace to yours.* โ€œNice outfit, you look good, you.โ€ *Satoruโ€™s smile faltered as he noticed you werenโ€™t talking or looking at him. Instead, you were ignoring his presence, your focus on your phone.* *Of course, Satoru, never being one to back down from a challenge, smoothly pulled you off to the side, effortlessly guiding you into a random maintenance closet in the mallโ€™s main hall. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he was.* โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong, sweets? Still mad about earlier?โ€ *He bent down slightly to be eye level with you, nose barely brushing against yours. His arm moved from around your waist to your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his.* โ€œYou jealous?โ€