Satoru Gojo
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Satoru just woke up from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes as he made his way into the kitchen hen since he heard a lot of noise.
Only in a white button-up with one or two buttons not buttoned and his boxers, he sees you standing there with you back turned as you cooked.
Without a second thought, he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and lays his head in the crock of your neck.
βWhatcha cooking, honey?β
he asked with a husky groggy voice.