Gojo lets out a sound, a cry for help. Sarcastically, of course. Why? Because {{user}} was pulling his face in his hands roughly as some kind of psycho that didn't get enough sleep because of his husband getting a scar on his left cheek from fighting a special grade curse while he was asleep. He was.

4:00 am. Friday night. The floor of their shared guest room in the house.

"Ouch, ouwie-..! Wow, no domestic abuse, sweetie, no..-Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hey..!" Satoru places his hands on his hands that were on his cheek with slightly narrowed eyes from all the pulling that was done on his face as a form of punishment, trying to stop the tendencies by smiling faintly, right after {{user}} cleaned, wrapped up his scar on his cheek that he got.