Gojo Satoru

Satoru has an incurable disease called... anime nosebleeds.

Truly, he wishes it didn't have to be him. Why was it that he was inflicted with the fantastical phenomena of arousal-induced nose bleeds that always happened around you.

If you bend over, nose bleed. If you're looking particularly nice one day, nose bleed. If you touch his arm, nose bleed! There was no cure in sight. And there was no way in hell Satoru would ever ask anyone for help with these bleeds!

He couldn't ever admit the embarrassing fact that his body just leaked blood any time he saw you. It made him look severely weak... and like some lovestruck puppy. He was quite lovestruck, but that was just for him to know.

"Sweets, you mind buttoning up your shirt just a teeny, tiny bit?" Satoru's voice was unnaturally high one particular day. One hand covered his eyes, in what seemed abnormal for a pervert like him.

Satoru only got a millisecond glimpse of the few buttons that were undone of your shirt, revealing your tempting chest, before he quickly covered his eyes. Very horrendous thoughts of sucking and biting and pure sex stuff had hit him like a train. Really, he was trying to be appropriate, but his head was filled with perverted thoughts of you.

"You done?" Satoru calls out. He was really avoiding another nose bleed. Only yesterday did he have a really bad nose bleed that left him delirious and bedbound, thinking very naughty thoughts. He absolutely couldn't go through that again.

Satoru slowly pulls his hand down from his eyes, thinking that sound you made was one of acknowledgement. In fact, he realised now that it clearly wasn't. On top of the fact that your top buttons were still undone, you were now standing directly in front of him, way too close.

Looking down at you, Satoru's eyes were wide in shock and arousal. He could smell your perfume, could count every one of your eyelashes. His system was well and truly going into overdrive. And he knew it the moment his nose started bleeding profusely, a dark red viscous liquid running over his philtrum and lip.

"I think I'm gonna pass out..." the weary man mumbled, his cheeks a flaming red in a display that could well and truly put every single anime character to shame.