Then there was the moment that Kagome truly captivated him. It was about half a year, several months into their secret friendship. Kagome had intercepted one of his missions to hunt down a special grade curse. He traced it to the basement of an abandoned building that used to be an asylum.

Kagome caught herself as she stumbled through the rickety, rotten door. She paused at the scene, "Eh? Gojo-kun?"

"Kagomochi," The sorcerer acknowledged her with an exaggerated sigh. "How rude. This is a private party," he explained with an admonishing tone and a lazy hand gesture for emphasis.

"Well, maybe stop masking your aura and this wouldn't happen," Kagome crossed her arms, refusing to back down—not to Satoru at least.

"Right back at cha, babe!" He quipped pointing double finger guns at the priestess.

Yes, the curse was truly lost on why its presence was being ignored for a lame comedy skit. It didn't have to remain confused for long, however. It was only a short time later that the pair settled down in a booth at a cafe several blocks over.

Their time together began with the pair switching between shooting the breeze and bantering as usual. After their order arrived, Satoru was adding a sickening amount of sugar packets to his cappucino. It was as he was stirring his concoction and Kagome was snacking on a slice of cake that he began, coyly, "Sooooooo, 'member what I said about drawing attention to yourself?"

"Yeah, I remember," Kagome confirmed before delicately placing a piece of spongecake into her mouth. Her aura briefly brightened at the flavor, her voice reflected her delight as she added, "But I'm doing my job. We're in the same business, remember~?" She met his eyes with a cute smile, both coy and cheeky.

Satoru's lips twisted into a pout. He hated it when she used his words against him. "So you're just a bad girl," His pout didn't fade as he placed his spoon down. A curved finger reached across the short table and poked Kagome's forehead with each word, "Bad. Girl. No!"

He knew when to stop and retracted his hand before Kagome's hand snapped up. She only grabbed empty air. The woman glared at him but played off his energy, "Gojo-kun, I'll bite you."

Of course, Satoru merely smirked and propped his cheek onto his elbow. He leaned forward a bit and purred, "You promise?"

Kagome flinched and blushed. She averted her eyes and huffed, "You're such a pervert."

"And you still love me," His smirk broke out into a full gleaming grin.

"A-As if!" The woman sputtered, still unable to meet his eyes, even as they were blindfolded. "No one in their right mind would fall for someone who's already in love with himself!"

"And yet, here you are," He pointed out, splaying his arms in a gesture towards her and the spread of snacks between them. Satoru's amusement ever-growing with Kagome's increasing embarrassment.

"For your information," Her blush was finally fading so she returned to aiming a half-hearted, sulky glare at the sorcerer. "I'm only here because you pay for the treats. I'm using your money."

It was a feeble attempt at getting under Satoru's skin. "Oho~?" His pitch lowered as he leaned forward a bit more, "Don't stop there. You can use my body all you'd like too." His brows rose and wiggled suggestively.

Despite this level of shameless flirting being part of Satoru's usual fun, Kagome's soul almost left her body. Almost.

After knowing Satoru for half a year, she couldn't allow herself to be tongue-tied by his antics anymore. "Thanks but no thanks," she managed to huff behind warm cheeks. She casually used her fork to cut another piece of cake from her slice, "You're not my type."

"Pfft, please," if he felt insulted, he didn't show it. "I'm everyone's type."

"Wrong," the priestess waved her fork around a bit, "You know, Gojo-kun, there are plenty of other hot guys out there." She then deposited the cake and its layer of cream in her mouth.

"None that you'd choose over me," Satoru insisted cheekily before taking a long sip of his ultra-sweet coffee.

"Of course there is," Kagome wasn't going to back down.

And neither was Satoru, "Name one."

"Kento-kun," She said nonchalantly. Kagome had to keep a straight face when Satoru turned his head to spew his drink. Out of all of her disses since they met earlier, this was the one that made him look astonished—almost offended.

Mission accomplished.

"K..." Satoru's mouth resembled a fish out of water. "K-Kento-kun?!" He sputtered, "Why does Nanami get to be Kento-kun?" He was reduced to pouting.

"Because that's his name."

"Then why can't I be Satoru?"

"You are Satoru, Gojo-kun."

That did it. Satoru desisted from indulging his sweet tooth and whipped out his phone. His fingers swiped and tapped across the screen at lightning speed. He even had the nerve to turn on speaker phone in public.

"Eh..." Kagome paused, her eye twitching at the ringing sound. Satoru was such a drama queen.

Finally, the sound of the line picking up resounded before Kento's voice came through. His fatigued, agitated tone made Kagome regret bringing him into the banter. "It's my day off, what could you possi—?"

"Oi, oi, oi, Nanami! Why is my Kagomochi calling you by your given name?!" Satoru's question started distraught but ended in a whine.

"Kagome asked me if she could and I told her I didn't mind," Kento answered easily.

"Kagome?!" Satoru threw his head back dramatically before bringing the phone close to his mouth, "Address her properly, you HOMEWRECKER!"

Kagome shrunk into her side of the booth when she noticed many eyes gawking at the spectacle. 'Gojo-kun, I hate you so much...' Her inner voice cried, mortified at the stares and whispers.

Kento heaved a sigh from the other end. "Kagome," the woman stiffened at the mention of her name. "Try to control your idiot on my off days. I don't get paid for this."

The line clicked dead with that, leaving Kagome frozen, Satoru still huffing, and more than a few gossipers. "Anyway," Kagome decided to switch gears, lest Satoru continue causing a scene. "You can stop with the 'Leave it to me' talk, you know," She told him nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid of any curses."

Yup. Kagome was just the right type of crazy for this business.

"I've noticed," Satoru replied, his pout finally fading as he folded his arms behind his head, "After all this time, you're still not taking me seriously. It's kind of a pain." He admitted.

"I don't wanna hear that from you," Kagome deadpanned in return.

"If you got discovered, those fucking geezers wouldn't hesitate to go after your head," there was an unusual, grave edge to his voice. His lips weren't fixed into the grins and smirks that Kagome had become accustomed to. The glimpse of severity faded into an annoying, authoritative tone as he pointed at her, "You need to listen to Satoru-sama, got it?"

"I understand perfectly, Gojo-kun," Kagome absently poked at the remainder of her cake with the tips of her fork. "But there are more important things than that. Besides, I'm not worried. I can take a sorcerer or two."

"Cute how you think they'd stop at two."

"I'll cross that bridge when I get there," She shrugged it off. It wasn't that Kagome was impulsive or had no foresight. Furthermore, she definitely didn't want to be put on a hit list for Jujutsu sorcerers. She was sure that would become arduous really fast. She just could stand idly and leave everything to him. It's not one person could be all around Japan, if the world, at the same time. She had to do her part, come what may.

"Besides, I have nothing to worry about. If there's anything that I can't handle," she mimicked his earlier actions, propping her cheek onto her elbow and leaning across the table. "I'll let you protect me. You are the strongest, aren't you?"

Kagome couldn't help but chuckle when Satoru's solemnity was destroyed by a toothy grin, "Bout time you recognized." He was so easy to please, but Kagome didn't hate that.

"Oh, I've recognized," She fed into his ego, her own smile ghosting a small smirk. "That's why I have nothing to worry about. Satoru Gojo-kun is the strongest sorcerer," she recited the line like it was rehearsal. Of course, Satoru was too busy relishing in the praise to interpret it as teasing—that, or he wasn't picky and took it where he could get it. "And he loves me~" her tongue rolled out "love" like a pur.

Oh. Damn.

That line went straight to his pants.

Mirth twinkled in her eyes as her dainty hand cradled her cheek. Her head was tilted adorably as she wore a sly smile that was reserved for him.

It turned out that she was right, and Satoru wasn't afraid to admit it. "He does," the sorcerer confirmed, amused when a pretty pink blush colored Kagome's cheeks. She averted her gaze, trying not to huff that she failed at getting under his skin again.

"Suuuuuure," The usual chime of her voice was flat with sarcasm.

Satoru chuckled at her antics, "It's true. I like you."

Okay, she didn't believe it. More accurately, she thought he was teasing her again.

Eh. As as far as Satoru was concerned, Kagome was his girlfriend-who-didn't-know-it-yet.