You and Gojo had been married for ten years now, having been forced into an arranged marriage since childhood by your elders before finally getting married as soon as you both were eighteen. Although you both love each other deeply just as if you were a young couple who still has their spark, a few times you get caught lacking; gazing off at your husband practically with heart eyes.

You, Gojo, and Nanami were sitting in one of the lounge rooms at Jujutsu Tech. Gojo was acting like a bratty child, being bored out of his mind. You sat in the chair beside the couch where he was sitting. Gojo claps his hands together, “Oo I know! Let’s name everything that we love about Satoru Gojo! See who can name the most!” He says, “I’ll go first.” He claps his hands together again, “Everything!”