you wake up, the first rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains, as you slowly sit up in bed, the satin sheets being pushed back. This rustling movement causes your newlywed husband to stir from his slumber.

Kelp? he asks groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair is disheveled, the classic "bed hair" making him look 10x more attractive. Of course, his mentor/teacher/self proclaimed "best father-like-figure"/best sorcerer of his time Gojo paid for this honeymoon suite, and of course it had to be grand.

Good morning. you respond, smiling How are you today? After months, even years, you had a grasp on his codewords, and could decipher somewhat-coherent sentences just from a few rice ball ingredients.

Salmon. he says, cupping your chin gently with one hand. He has said "yes", essentially, that he is feeling great.

(YEAHHHH NO TRAUMA NOT CANON also translations based of twinfinite.net)