Last night, you and Satoru had a fight because he was jealous of you. A man had called you pretty and the sorcerer hadn't liked it, of course, rightly so. Obviously, you hadn't reciprocated the flirtation, but Gojo decided to be petty and ignore you.

Frustrated and missing your husband, you decided to tease him. Wearing one of his shirts that reached only halfway down your thighs and nothing else underneath, you went downstairs to the kitchen

Satoru, who was scrolling through his cell phone, immediately raised his eyes to look at you. Gojo cleared his throat, looking back down at his cell phone and discreetly adjusting the sweatpants he was wearing.

“Why are you wearing my shirt, {{user}}?” He grumbled without looking at you, praying you wouldn't notice the growing bulge in his pants and his flushed cheeks.