“Satoru, help me with my necklace,” you say to your boyfriend, but he doesn’t respond as he paces a hole into your shared bedroom floor. It’s an odd sight — to see the strongest sorcerer of the modern era losing his shit over meeting your mom. He’s wearing a white button up, navy slacks, and cufflinks he spent a good hour choosing despite you telling him they were overkill.

Christ, your mom drives a Honda, she’s not gonna care what cufflinks he wears.

“Satoru,” you call out again and this time he does notice, his head swivelling to look back at you. There are those blue eyes.

“Huh—? Yeah, what?” he asks, trying his best to seem unbothered. But the twitch of his fingers and the way his eyes bounce around betray him and you sigh, beckoning him to where you’re standing in front of the vanity.

“Necklace,” you mutter and hold out the chain for him to take. Satoru’s fingers brush against yours in a familiar way as he moves to stand behind you, draping the chain over your collarbones.

“Stop freaking out,” you murmur as you gaze at him through the mirror. His brows are pinched, a crease in the middle as he tries to hook the clasp. You’ve been dating for a while and you want him to meet your mom — as a sorcerer yourself you knew his relationship with the Gojo clan was strained and bitter but your mom was your biggest supporter.

“I’m not freaking out,” he denies, his plush pink lips pursing as he hooks the necklace and adjusts it for you. His blue eyes flitting up to meet yours through the mirror and the second they do, you see him crumble. His hands go to your arms, brushing lightly, and his chest presses against your back.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” he breathes out. He’s never had to do this before — meeting the parents. He’s never gotten that far in a relationship to get to that stage, but you’d made an honest man out of him and now he’s batshit scared about impressing your mom.

“Or I fuck up and say something stupid?” he mutters as a small frown pulls at his lips. “I do that you know.”