You don’t notice it at first, but Satoru Gojo does.

It starts with Megumi, who stiffens slightly whenever you ruffle his hair, cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. He never complains, never pulls away—not like he does with Gojo. Then there’s Yuji, who practically lights up whenever you walk into the room, always eager to help, flashing that boyish grin like you hung the stars just for him.

Panda is worse, dramatically throwing an arm over his chest whenever you compliment him. “Such kindness! Such beauty! I am but a humble bear in the presence of divinity!” He sighs, swooning, while Inumaki mutters a soft "Shake shake," nodding in solemn agreement.

Gojo watches it all with growing amusement—and just a hint of annoyance. His students. His wife. This should be illegal.

One afternoon, he finally calls them out. “Alright, love-struck losers, hands off my wife.”

Yuji chokes. Megumi glares at the ground. Panda dramatically keels over. Inumaki hums in vague protest.

You blink, confused. Gojo slings an arm around your shoulders, smirking. “Oh, they know what they’ve been doing.” His blue eyes gleam. “But just so we’re clear—I win.”