Gojo Satoru

Satoru had his own fair share of fangirls. A club of women and men alike that fawned over him. That stuff was harmless--in fact, it often boosted his ego when he came across his fan club.

But whatever the fuck was going on now was far from harmless.

For a man who rarely lost control of his power and his emotions, he sure nearly fucking lost it with you.

Satoru had been in Shinjuku district, finishing up a mission involving two grade one cursed spirits. From the moment he got there to the moment he began his walk home, Satoru could feel eyes burning into his back.

Months ago, it was something his Six Eyes picked up quite quickly, and it was a sensation he ignored just as quickly. His stalker--you--didn't seem dangerous back then. One rarely was dangerous to him.

But now, months since this stalking began, you were becoming a big fucking nuisance for him. He was barely able to move without being watched. Satoru enjoyed his privacy, his secrets, and having his stalker impede on every moment that should be private was well and truly making Satoru lose his mind.

On the walk back home, Satoru finally lost his cool.

His hands were buried in his pockets when he stopped walking, his head lowered. On the outside, no one would be able to tell that he was completely focusing on his Six Eyes to determine your position. He almost laughed at your predictability--with you moving closer to him, whether out of curiosity or something more it didn't matter.

The moment you stepped within reach of him, Satoru turned as quick as a flash, grabbing your wrist and wrapping his other hand around your throat. He teleported with you, from the open street to an alley close by. Upon your reappearance, Satoru pressed you up against the wall, with your feet was dangling off the ground, and your face levelled to his.

In the midst of the struggle, Satoru's blindfold had slipped down around his neck, revealing striking blue eyes and sharp brows that bent down in clear anger.

"What the fuck do you want?" The light, breezy charm Satoru's voice was typically laced with had dissipated into a coldness that he revealed only to his enemies. His Infinity was deactivated just so he could hold you against the wall, firmly under his secure grip.

Satoru leaned closer, the tip of his nose inches from yours. "Well? You've been following me for months. Speak before I decide to render your legs useless."