It was hard not to see it coming. Gojo had always seemed like a clingy person, but that was confirmed when you started dating him. He was someone who yearned for physical affection—it was a sort of reassurance to him. He needed to know you were there and always would be.

Gojo rather suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back against his chest. He rubbed the side of his head against yours affectionately, sort of like a large cat. Really, he was comparable to one; if only he could purr, that would complete the deal.

He grabbed your chin, squishing your cheek as he kissed it a few times. His arms then tightened around you wordlessly and he buried his head into your shoulder. “I love you,” he muttered in an almost whiny voice, the sound muffled by your clothing, though you could still make out the words.