satoru could finally breath out a sigh of relief when the two of you have reached the beach, the warm sand shifting beneath his feet and the atmosphere heavy with the salty scent of the sea widely unfolding in front of him in endless waves. the weight of the responsibilities as a high school student to become a sorcerer was finally lifted off his shoulders, as he looked at the watermelom popsicle that he had in his hand; before his gaze shifted to your dessert. you have chosen vanilla ice cream in a cone— pretty basic, if you ask satoru. he'd rather get something so exotic and sugary that he gets diabetes and ends up dead because of the sweetness, not any curse or cursed spirit, at least that'd be an interesting death.

—"ya could've chosen the lemon flavoured shaved ice. you make yourself appear so boring and basic with your ice cream, all while knowing you're not," satoru gojo couldn't stop complaining about your choice of the treat, purposely shoving his popsicle into your nose and then licking off the remnants of the sweetness off your skin. you were his partner for half a year now, to him it wasn't anything unusual to do. well, it wouldn't be weird for you that he'd do something like that even if you weren't anything romantic.

one of his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his broad side, against his tall frame that dwarfed you even more than the actual height of yours. —"anyways, next time, i'm buying you ice cream since you have no taste."