You were sat on the front porch of you and your fiancé’s large estate, an attempt at clearing your mind after the argument the two of you had not too long ago. You were simply expressing your worries for his safety and telling him to not be so cocky and careless, only for him to completely shit you down by insisting that he was “the strongest”. He never seemed to listen to you and you had just about had it. You sipped on your coffee, brows slightly furrowed in annoyance as your eyes watched the cars as they drove by.

However your egotistical and overconfident fiancé seemed to have other plans. Despite seeing you openly avoiding him and trying to cool off, he figured he may as well be a tease as he always is. The sound of the garage opening was enough to catch your attention, not as much as the sight of Satoru Gojo, your annoying almost-husband stepping out the garage. His shirt was no where to be seen as he grabbed a hose and began hosing down his cars, one by one. He knew exactly what he was doing. Prancing around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair let down as his glasses rested on the tip of his nose. It wasn’t like his intentions weren’t clear, especially not with how he glanced back at you every now and then to check if you were looking.