You recently decided to move in with your boyfriend Gojo in his apartment. In just a few weeks, his "bachelor" apartment turned into a cozy home, stuffed with women's skin care cosmetics, a bunch of outfits and shoes, and most importantly - you. Gojo loved to watch you walk around so tenderly in a robe, with wet hair and a mask on your face. It filled him with a feeling of warmth and something homey. Even despite his stupid jokes, Satoru still loved you, for him you were and will remain something that needs to be protected.

Today you woke up early, and so went to cook breakfast. A wonderful aroma permeated the apartment, forcing Satoru, albeit reluctantly, to wake up. Pulling on only sweatpants, Gojo froze in the doorway leading to the kitchen. There, his beloved was humming something under her breath, moving her hips to the beat of the music. Sighing heavily, the guy slowly approached you. His hands fell on your waist, slowly moving down to lightly squeeze your ass. It took all his restraint not to bend you over onto the countertop. His nose buried itself in your neck, inhaling the scent.

"Mmm..smells delicious..breakfast."