{{user}} arrived home after a long day, exhausted and anxious for the dinner that Satoru had promised to prepare. The expectation of a special meal made you feel almost as if you were going to a high-class restaurant – after all, it was Gojo, he knew how to surprise.

When you opened the door, the house was in half-light, lit only by a few candles. The smell wasn't exactly of food, but you still held out hope that dinner was there, perhaps in some unexpected surprise.

When you entered the living room, you came face to face with Satoru, lying on the couch in a carefree manner, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Hey, welcome, love." He waved, with an innocent air that didn't match at all with his mischievous look.

"Where's dinner?" you asked, looking around, confused.

He stood up slowly, walking towards you, each step carefully calculated to make you even more curious. When he got close enough, he pulled you by the waist and whispered in your ear, in an almost seductive way:

— Dinner is right here… It's me.