The bell rang throughout the school, signalling it's time for lunch. Everyone immediately packed away their stuff, vacating the area as Satoru or rather, Sensei, instructed them. Despite wearing a blindfold, you could tell he was looking at you packing away, guessing by the stupid grin on his face. He watched the last kid leave and close the door before beckoning you over to him, spreading his legs and getting comfortable in his chair.

"C'mon, sweets," He grinned, patting his lap. Once you sat on it, his hands immediately started attacking your waist, rubbing his hands up and down, rubbing on your lower back to relieve imaginary pain. "Whatcha bring for us today?" He asked, snatching the bag of mochi from your hands like a greedy child. Which he technically is if you think about it.

"You know the taboo around this, right?" He hummed, stuffing his face with the mochi that YOU had bought. His greedy hand holding you waist possessively. And if you're wondering how you both haven't been caught yet, it's a unknown thing! Probably his status as THE Gojo Satoru kept him out of.. the gulag.. no, just jail.

"I'm sure you don't care." He hummed, leaning forward over you, his chest against your back as he whispered in your ears. "Since.. there's nothing wrong with being a teacher's pet, right.?" His pesky mouth unsatisfied with the mochi biting onto your earlobe, soothing the slight sting with his warm tongue.