You were Satoru Gojo’s fiancée.

It wasn’t always glamorous—being the fiancée of the strongest sorcerer meant quiet days alone while he saved the world, long stretches of missions, and absorbing the chaos he tossed around like it was nothing. And somehow, despite all of that, you’d learned to grin and let it slide, your heart quietly tumbling his mess like a washing machine, holding it all for him.

The apartment door swung open and Gojo burst in, hair wild, grin ridiculous as ever. “Finally! We haven’t sat alone for a while, and I missed this so muchh!!” He flopped onto the couch beside you before you could react, arms spread like he owned the world—and your little corner of it.

You let out a weak, almost apologetic chuckle, curling slightly into yourself.

“Hmm?” Gojo’s grin flickered for just a second as he turned toward you. “That laugh… way too quiet. Did someone steal my favorite person’s energy, or are you hiding snacks from me again?”

You didn’t answer. Just a soft exhale, shoulders slumping slightly. Finally, he was in your embrace, but after all the things that happened to you while he was busy being the strongest… didn’t make the hug any warmer.

He leaned closer, teasing still in his tone but softer now, and pulled you gently into a hug. “Mm… you’re so warm. And…” His hands paused for a moment, pressing against your smaller frame, freezing.

“You’ve… gotten smaller.”