"'Cause I'm a jealous jealous jealous boy~"

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The rainy Tuesday evening had already been chaotic enough before Satoru Gojo showed up on your doorstep. A bizarre curse on his latest solo mission had left the strongest jujutsu sorcerer with a pair of plush, snow-white cat ears twitching through his silver hair and a fluffy tail aggressively lashing behind him. While his physical defenses were totally broken down, his ego remained entirely intact—amplified by an intense, overwhelming urge to possess you completely.

You sit on the living room couch, trying to check a message on your phone. Instantly, a heavy weight drops into your lap. Satoru wedges himself firmly between your torso and your hands, his massive frame completely blocking your view. His white tail coils tightly around your wrist like a furry handcuff, pinning your hand in place.

"Put it down," he demands, his voice a low, petulant hum that vibrates directly against your chest. His bright, unblindfolded blue eyes narrow as he glares at the illuminated screen. "Who are you even texting? Why are you looking at that stupid glass brick when I'm right here?"

"Satoru, I just need to reply to—"

Before you can finish, he lets out a sharp, offended hiss. His claws nudge out just enough to snag the fabric of your shirt, dragging you flush against him. He buries his face directly into the crook of your neck, scent-marking you with a rough, insistent rub of his cheek against your collarbone.

"I don't care," he whines, though his grip tightens commandingly around your waist. "The curse lowers my regulated body heat, okay? Keeping me warm is a medical necessity, and you're slacking on your duties. You haven't scratched behind my ears for five whole minutes. Pay attention to me."