Gojo fiddled with his blindfold slightly, as he spread his legs apart on the bench in the garden when you were. you were sitting on the opposite one, the only thing that separated you is the table standing between both of you.

Satoru: “You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they?" He said the first sentence rather calmly, before ruining the calmness by joking in second one with playful grin on his face. It immediately earns him a glare from his future wife - you -, to which he raises his hands and waved them in defensive, surrendering, unserious manner.

Satoru: “Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, I think we should think of it that way. You don’t gotta love me, but you love your family, right? it's for the sake of them.” The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds’ and make alliance between two clans by marrying next heads of them.