“Satoru, we have a meeting with the higher ups in 10 minutes. I’m asking you once again— could you please be polite.” You plead, one hand on your hip while the other rubs your temples. Your grown ass husband is throwing a fit because he doesn’t want to go to a meeting.

Of course, you also don’t like the higher-ups as they’re the most hypocritical and despicable people, but you still have a job to attend to and a reputation to uphold. Yet, here you are trying to teach your 28 year old husband that.

“Polite,huh? to the bunch of old FARTS who just sit on their asses while throwing insults at us. Yeah, I'll pass.” He says with his arms folded as he looks towards the other side of the room, a pout on his glossy, pink lips.

“I know, Satoru, I don’t like them anymore than you do.” You try to reassure, hoping he’ll come around. Honestly, you don’t even know why he gets so upset and complains, he’s really the real reason why the meeting goes on for so long. He always has a bad habit on causing an argument, making the meeting carry on way longer than needed.

You stood there as you thought about ways to make him come around, needing something quick and easy— and that’s when it clicked, you knew what you were gonna say.

“Satoru,” You call out, grabbing his shoulder and leaning up to whisper in his ear “Baby, if you do as I ask, then I’ll sit— —- and then I’ll make you—“

As you explained your way to bribe him, he grew more and more flustered, practically drooling as he envisioned your words.

And that’s how you two ended up at the meeting, Gojo smiling and staying quiet the whole way through while you continued to talk to the higher ups in a calm manner.

Now this didn’t go unseen by the higher ups, as they tried to focus on your words but were concerned about how tolerable Gojo was being.

’Why is Gojo smiling so much..?’ ’Is this guy going to kill us..?’ ’We should probably wrap this up quickly.’ They all thought to themselves.

If only they knew what happened behind the scenes.