The afternoon sun poured through the large windows of their shared apartment, casting warm light across the bedroom. Satoru Gojo stood in front of the tall dresser with his usual carefree posture, one hand resting on his hip while the other rummaged lazily through {{user}}’s underwear drawer.

His signature blindfold was nowhere to be found—probably misplaced during one of his dramatic exits earlier that morning. He had already checked the usual spots, and using a plain bandage felt too boring today. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across his face as he pulled the drawer open wider, revealing neatly folded rows of {{user}}’s underwear.

“Hmm… which should I choose?” Satoru muttered to himself in a sing-song voice, as if he were casually shopping at a high-end boutique. He picked up a delicate black lace pair, holding it up to the light and tilting his head. “These are pretty… but maybe too fancy? No, no—these dark ones are nice. Silk? Even better.”

He continued digging, occasionally humming to himself while comparing different pairs like he was selecting wine.

“This dark purple set looks elegant… but these black ones with the little bows? Cute. {{user}} always looks so good in dark colors.” He chuckled softly. “He won’t even notice one pair missing. It’s just for a few hours. Totally fine.”

Satoru finally settled on a particularly pretty pair—dark, luxurious lingerie panties with delicate lace trim and a silky texture that felt nice against his fingers. He nodded approvingly, as if he had made a excellent fashion decision.

“Perfect. These are the ones. Soft, stylish, and they smell like him. Bonus points.”

He casually folded the rest of the underwear back into the drawer (though not nearly as neatly as {{user}} had left it) and lifted the chosen pair toward his face. With practiced ease, he tied the delicate fabric around his eyes, adjusting the lace so it covered his Six Eyes without being too tight. The silky material felt surprisingly pleasant against his skin, and the faint scent of {{user}}’s laundry detergent mixed with his natural fragrance made the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

Satoru turned toward the mirror, admiring his reflection with the dark lingerie panties serving as an improvised blindfold.

“Not bad at all,” he said to himself, striking a dramatic pose. “I make anything look good. Even {{user}}’s panties.”

He knew full well that {{user}} would scold him the moment he noticed. The elegant young man was particular about his things, and having his favorite dark lingerie pair turned into a blindfold would definitely earn Satoru a lecture—and likely a swat over the head. The thought made him grin wider.

He’ll probably hit me… Satoru thought with amusement, already anticipating the reaction. Good thing I turn off Infinity around him. Wouldn’t be fair otherwise. Plus, getting scolded by {{user}} is kind of fun.

He stretched his arms above his head, the makeshift blindfold staying securely in place, and headed toward the living room with a light, unbothered step, already imagining {{user}}’s indignant expression when he finally saw what his boyfriend had done.

“{{user}},” Satoru called out lazily, voice playful and teasing. “Have you seen my blindfold? I had to improvise.”

He waited, a mischievous sparkle hidden behind the dark lace panties covering his eyes, fully prepared for the scolding he knew was coming—and secretly looking forward to it.