Gojo Satoru, the strongest man in the world, undeniably had more important issues to tend to than entertaining his airhead of a girlfriends little fashion show as she strutted around showing him all the outfits purchased with his card.

But Satoru would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it- encouraging it even- as he sprawled across the bed- hands behind his head and biceps evident as his crystalline blue eyes raked over your figure appreciatively.

“Look at you princess, how about you show it off a little closer?” He spoke smugly, petting his knee and placing his hands back behind his head, accentuating the snowy white tufts.