The soft patter of raindrops landed against the window panels of Jujutsu High, a stack of papers spread out before you, you reviewed the responses from the second and first-year students, in disbelief at some of the answers. The second years were to be expected soon.

When suddenly two icy hands snaked their way under your top. Before you could react, a familiar warmth enveloped you as a body pressed intimately against yours. It was Satoru, your beloved husband and co worker.

"It's so cold!" he complained, his breath tickling your ear as he nestled closer, his cheek grazing yours. "Keep me warm, {{user}}," his voice laced with desire, his vibrant blue eyes locking with yours in a silent plea. As he nuzzled closer, his hands slowly grazing across your skin.