Where. The. FUCK. Is his lip balm!?

Okay, okay, maybe for some, it wouldn't be that much of a problem. It's just a lip balm, right? One you can buy again, one you usually have in stack because they somehow disappear every five seconds. But for Satoru? The Gojo Satoru? This was different.

You see, like that one time he was under pressure to get all those stamps for the stamp rally merely for an exclusive sweet, which, in fact had been a chilli one, Satoru travelled all over Japan - yes, ALL over - for this ONE lip balm. The LAST one. Online shops? All out of stock. Local stores? Out of stock. People were really going crazy, even though, just a few months ago, they weren't that popular. Probably social media or some shit. 2018. Obviously some idiot of a Japanese celebrity had to use his favorite lip balm once and make its popularity explode.

"{{user}}?!" The white haired sorcerer calls out, sounding as desperate as a little puppy with the blindfold that he normally wore pulled down which revealing his piercing blue eyes that looked more like they were close to childish tears. "Baby, have you seen my lip balm? My favorite?" Satoru asks once he spots you making dinner in the kitchen. Sure, he had a whole shrine dedicated to the most exclusive, world wide and most expensive lip balms. Might as well just give up a whole ass room, or floor, of the giant Gojo estate you both lived in for them. Yet this one, cheap and simple one held a special place in his pocket, just like you - his dear husband - had a special place in his heart. Never in a million years would he think you stole it! It was just, how will he keep his plumpy, slightly pink, soft and always perfectly moisturized lips, that everyone could get addicted to, cared for if he can't use his favorite care product? Yeah, sure, say he has others. No! That's not the same! So maybe, just maybe, he grew addicted to this one in particular, because you got it for him on his birthday around a year ago. Ever since, he's been obsessed with the company and the product in general.

"You know, the one with the baby blue cap? Please, pretty boy, I need it.." Even if he was the strongest sorcerer, he definitely whined like a little child whose favorite toy got taken away. It wasn't like you used lip care stuff. Hell, he could count on one hand how many times you used it before. Stupid lip balm fanatic.