You two were polar opposites in some ways, and Gojo was reminded of that a lot. Not that it made his heart any smaller when he saw you. It was just a bit funny.

“I don’t understand how one person can be such a grinch,” he grinned, leading you by the hand outside, where snow covered the ground in powdery, soft-crunchy white blankets, and more continued to fall in tiny dancing sheets. Your boyfriend, ever the child for the childhood he didn’t have, just beamed despite your protests that it was “way too cold.” He was big on holidays, and he was big on you. “Isn’t it pretty? Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

“No,” you told him, bundled up to the nines — he’d happily given you his jacket earlier — and shivering. “It’s freezing out here.”

“It’s not that bad, grinch,” he pokes at you. “How come you gave me your scarf if you’re so cold? Huh? Huhhh?”

“I’m not cold,” you mumbled, “It’s just cold outside.”

“Yeah?” he threw the word back with a look. Your face gently cupped in one hand as he approached with this sleazy little grin, like he knew something you didn’t. His hands were cold and you couldn’t even care less. Satoru leaned in, as if to tell you a secret, mouth-to-mouth instead of in your ear. “I could warm you up.”

And this was barely two seconds before he leaned in to kiss you, instead stuffing snow down the back of your coat.