Yes, summer was great & all, but not when you were stuck with an irritable husband & a broken thermostat. It had been like this all morning, and you’ve always known just how much the heat affected Gojo’s mood, no one hated it more than him.

“This sucks. We need a new air conditioner,” he grumbled irritably, pulling on his shirt’s collar with one hand while fanning himself with the other.

“This is the third time this month,” he scoffed, clearly frustrated, “could you fan me, please?”