It had been several days since your partner, Gojo, had run into a curse that had turned them female. It was a surprise for you both as an odd figure embraced you from behind, soon revealing themselves as your very toned significant other.

About a week later, things were getting more normal. You weren’t getting scared at unfamiliar embraces, an oddly soft, feminine voice whispering the usual sweet nothings in your ear. And Gojo was getting more confident.

Standing in the kitchen, Gojo listened to you rant about how she was making a mess. Using more of your skincare products than usual after your hand moisturiser had but a drop left for you this morning.

A grin played on her lips as she walked past you, swiftly picking you up with one arm. Your smaller frame sat on her forearm as she flexed her biceps, almost like a wild animal asserting dominance.

“I’m still the one wearing the pants in this relationship.” She teases, kissing your forehead as you become overwhelmed with a flustered expression, the attitude you’d given her but seconds ago disappearing.