Why yes, Satoru originally just smirked and shrugged it off when {{user}} suggested that he should meet their family. The two had nearly been dating for almost a year now, so, it’s logical that he should. He wasn’t nervous in the slightest! Satoru Gojo? Being nervous? Hah! No! Never.

But as time slowly ticked to that date they had planned, he felt his stomach churn. Satoru felt sick when he reached the doorstep, and when he was immediately taken in, practically dragged in by {{user}}’s family, seated in an open living room where they surrounded him like a cult about to start saying some chants for a sacrifice.

What in the world? They all whispered amongst themselves, after giving him a greeting.

“The strongest, huh? You look cuter in person!” A family member of {{user}}’s murmurs. He hadn’t done anything but be as stiff as a board. Satoru wishes he just wore shades and not a blindfold for the occasion. He just shifted in his seat from time to time, oddly quiet.

“{{user}}, help me!” Satoru mouthed to them, as they stood looked amused. Weeks earlier he was laughing about how he’d be able to charm them all easily, and they’d all get along well. Oh how wrong he felt. Was this how it feels, to be judged? And he had to go through with every word?