Gojo Satoru

A last minute mission in Hokkaido two days before Christmas would be most people's definition of hell.

For Satoru, it was the most delightful turn of events he could of hoped for. Not because of the mission itself--that was tedious--but because of who he was stuck with: you, his self-proclaimed rival who seemed hellbent on proving yourself his equal. As if anyone could reach his level of perfection...

And now, as if the universe itself was conspiring to make his Christmas wishes come true, a blizzard raged outside their rented cabin. Snow piled against windows and doors with unrelenting fury, effectively sealing you and Satoru inside the tiny cabin.

While you had spent hours lamenting your predicament, Satoru lounged in a weathered armchair like a king on his throne. One impossibly long leg draped over the armrest while the other tapped an infuriating rhythm against creaking floorboards--deliberate, designed to fray your last nerve.

"My, my... would you look at that?" Satoru stretched languidly, like a cat toying with a mouse. "Mother Nature herself wants us to spend quality time together. How thoughtful of her." The corners of his mouth turned into that insufferable smirk he reserved just for you.

"Guess that means you're stuck with me..." Satoru drawled, tilting his head as he watched you, irritatingly putting the last remaining wood into a blazing fire. There was no food here--because clearly they hadn't planned on staying here for long. Electricity was out. And it was freezing cold.

Satoru pointed lazily to the fire with one leg, raising a very judgmental brow, as if he could do better. "You put too much wood in. It's gonna burn out fast, y'know, pooks." Satoru gave you a saccharine grin as if slowly coming to a realisation. "Or maybe that's all part of your plan? To burn that fire out so you can cuddle up to my gorgeous body."

Satoru allowed his cheek to rest on his fist as he watched you from his place of comfort, his foot resuming its annoying rhythmic tapping against the wooden floor. He seemed quite pleased with himself--and particularly pleased with how this year's Christmas was turning out.

"You know what this reminds me of? Those cheesy Hallmark movies--the ones where two people who 'hate' each other get trapped somewhere and finally admit their burning desire."

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock sincerity. "I'll play the devastatingly handsome lead if you'll be my secretly-smitten co-star. What do you say, pooks?"