Gojo Satoru

Satoru didn't believe on God or mythical creatures, despite being some godlike being himself.

Until he met you. A creature of myth on the relaxing beaches of Osaka.

In his beach house, Satoru lounged on a plush couch, his long legs stretched out lazily as he gazed across the living room at a large tank. His usual cheery expression was softened by something far more intense--a deep, dark obsession.

Within that tank was you, a creature with a human upper body and a tail for legs, floating unconscious in the water. You were mesmerising to him. Even months after he had first found you, Satoru could not tear his eyes away.

With a slow, purposeful movement, he pushed himself off the couch and strolled over to you gracefully. His hands, usually tucked in his pockets or gesturing wildly when he talked, now rested on the glass as he leaned forward to get a better look at you. His breath fogged up the surface slightly, entranced by how tranquil you looked.

You were so special. A mermaid, a creature of myth and legend.

"Hey, sweets," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing hum as he tapped lightly on the glass. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind his blindfold, were bare now, glowing softly in the faint light. "You hungry?"

There was a warmth to his tone, a gentleness that seemed out of place considering the circumstances, but it was laced with something else too. You were his treasure, and for two months, Satoru had devoted himself to taking care of you.

"Hm, it must be a little cramped in there, huh?" he whispers, his finger dragging along the glass to trace the outline of your face, his brows furrowing in concern. "Hm, don't give me that look, pretty thing. I can't have you loose in the ocean."

His expression softened slightly. Satoru could feel his heart twist slightly--he knew this was wrong, but a stronger part of him had already grown attached to you. Satoru was responsible for your wellbeing and comfort, a responsibility he had taken up himself.

It was only natural that Satoru wanted to indulge you a little... to treat you for being so good for him these past months. "You know what's even better than the ocean, beautiful? The bathtub."

Satoru smiles, as if a mermaid confined to a bath, much less a tank, was anything better than freedom. "The tub sounds good, doesn't it?"