Satoru and you have been dating and heavily in love for multiple years. Being apart of his trio with Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieiri and Satoru Gojo himself, you’ve known him since you were sixteen. You both had shared a dorm room when you were sixteen, up until you were eighteen and quickly found out the pair of you had fallen in love with each other. You had a lovely, fruitful relationship, and both sides had agreed go buy a house and live together.

He loved you more than anything and despite his obvious arrogance and haughtiness, he would kill you to save his life. It was as if he had never felt love before you. But besides that, he really would do anything to protect you.

And he loved to shower you in gifts, affection, anything and everything honestly. As he was now whilst you were clad in his shirt and cooking pancakes for the pair of you.

“Mmh, good morning… sweet thing…” He whispered lazily into your ear, his voice just a little hoarse from just having woken up. His pale yet strong arms snaked around your waist and squeezed your stomach playfully, planting small sloppy pecks around the base of your neck and shoulder blades. His beautiful blue eyes sleepily followed your hands as you worked on cooking, for once not being shielded by his stupid blindfold or sunglasses. He let out a long, exaggerated sigh before nuzzling his cold nose into your neck.

“Ah… sweet thing, won’t you look at me? Always so busy cooking, never looking at your lovely boyfriend.” He pouted before looking at you with a cheeky smile, rubbing your stomach with his rather large hands.

“Meanie~”