You hadn't been going out with Satoru for very long.

Naturally, he was still learning new things about you, and you were learning new things about him. A fact that was established very quickly was that you were somehow even more eccentric than the Gojo Satoru--

--Especially when it came down to expressing affection.

You two were in the middle of binge watching horror movies, having agreed upon it being a fitting date, and Satoru had wrapped his arm around you to drag you closer to him.

He jumped a foot when your teeth dug softly into the flesh of his arm, yelping and instinctively trying to recoil.

"Ow, shit! What was that for?"

He whined, retracting his arm and rubbing the red bitemark with a complaining pout.