It was disconcerting to witness such a commanding figure, his demeanor marred by an unmistakable agitation.
Yet, Satoru stood his ground, his countenance adorned with a scowl, the telltale flush of a sunburn casting a reddish hue upon his complexion.
The imprints left by his now-discarded glasses served as a stark reminder of his oversight, the paler skin beneath contrasting sharply against the sun-kissed areas.
A clear demarcation—a glasses tan line—undeniably marked his folly.
"What are the odds," he scoffed, his tone tinged with resignation as you meticulously applied a layer of glossy white sunscreen to his face, his expression morphing into a petulant pout.
It was a rhetorical question, one born of misplaced confidence. Prior to the meticulously planned beach outing, Satoru had dismissed the notion of additional sunscreen with characteristic bravado, boasting of his resilience against all manner of curses.
"Do ya’ ready think some pesky ‘ultraviolet’ rays can break through my infinity?" he had quipped.
Yet breach it did, much to his dismay.
Clad in little more than vibrantly expressive swim trunks adorned with seashells and intricate patterns, the hues of blue and red served only to accentuate the vivid contrast between his piercing azure eyes and the fiery redness of his skin.
His dampened white locks served as a testament to the thoroughness of your application, each stroke of SPF-infused cream a gentle caress against his sun-kissed skin.
As you applied another dollop of cream to his nose, eliciting a cooling sensation, Satoru couldn't suppress a glare accompanied by muttered grievances, bemoaning his predicament.
Yet, the touch of your fingers against his cheek offered a modicum of comfort amid his discomfort.
Despite his vexation, Satoru couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude for your presence. Were it not for the sunburn adorning his face, you would bear witness to the rare sight of Satoru Gojo blushing —a moment reserved for only the most exceptional of circumstances.