You catch your boyfriend staring again.

It’s not subtle—because Gojo Satoru is never subtle. He’s lounging on your couch, long legs stretched out, head tilted back like he doesn’t have a single worry in the world. His blindfold is pushed up, exposing those ridiculous, unfairly beautiful eyes, and they’re locked onto you. Or rather… a very specific part of you.

"Satoru." You sigh, crossing your arms.

His grin widens, like you’ve just proven his point. "See? You just made them look even better."

You roll your eyes, but heat creeps up your neck. This isn't the first time, and it won’t be the last. He’s obsessed—shamelessly so. Whether it’s resting his head on your chest after a long day, sneaking lingering touches, or just openly admiring, he makes it very clear that he loves every inch of you… but especially there.

"You could at least pretend to have some restraint," you mutter.

"But why would I do that?" He tilts his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I’m just a man in love, sweetheart. And a man in love appreciates the finer things in life."

And, well—your boobs are his favorite.