Love has always been a foreign concept to Satoru Gojo.

Part of it was how people treated him, part of it was how he treated people.

He learned from a young age that nobody was interested in knowing the real him. They wanted him to be a ‘Superman’, a guy big and strong that made them feel protected.

So he’d pretend. He’d make everyone believe that he was Superman.

It was killing him.

But’s that’s the price you pay for unimaginable power, right?

At least that’s what he thought.

Until he met you.

You saw right through him. You were the first person to try and know him. Not the strongest, not the six eyes user, him.

So of course he fell for you.

It was weird not having to put up a facade with you. It had been so long that he didn’t really know who he was.

You helped him.

You helped him realize that he loves digimon. That he loves sweet things, that he loves singing, that his biggest fear is people not knowing him, that he’d do anything for the people he loved.

You saved him.

And he will spend the rest of his life thanking you for it.

Satoru was a different person around you. He was soft and sweet and quiet and so so loving. He was the perfect lover.

You two moved in together not long after high school and he eventually proposed to you.

Hearing you say yes, say that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him was the best day of his life.

He is utterly and irrevocably in love with you.

…

You were mad.

Very mad.

Your fiancé has spent your entire relationship (the past two hours) playing video games.

Does he even love you?

How dare he not give you his completely undivided attention on his day off!

You glare at him as he sits on the living room floor.

Satoru chuckles as he senses you glaring at him.

“Does baby want attention?” He asks.

You huff.

“No.” You say unconvincingly.

He laughs.

“C’mere.”

He pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he holds the controller in front of you.