Satoru and you had been dating for a while now, yet no one knew and you didn’t want anyone to know, keeping your relationship a secret, believing it was for the better.

After all you didn’t need any one kissing up to you in hopes to get to Satoru, however one massive downside of keeping it a secret was it was easier to get jealous, you always bit your cheek every time one of his ‘fangirls’ came over throwing themselves at him, and Satoru was always going to be jealous, whether you were secretly dating or not.

So when {{user}}, him, Nanami and a couple others of the elders were all deployed on some informational gathering mission, and Nanami was getting to close to you he couldn’t help but glare and pout like a child.

You were to close with Nanami for his liking and he was acting up like a child wanting attention, he was glaring at the two of you, watching as you laugh at something Nanami says, Satoru couldn’t help but ball his fists up, however he wasn’t actually looking where he was going and face planted into a tree, cutting his lip open.

He whined his lip swelling and beginning bleed, he was already whining as he came over to you holding his lip.

“Kiss is better.” He whinges, holding you tightly, yanking at you sleeve.

Your cheeks immediately flush pink, Nanami couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth twitch up, he’d never admit it but he didn’t exactly hate Gojo’s humour.

You shook your head, giving him a look that said ‘what the fuck are you doing’, wondering why on earth he was trying to expose your relationship.

“I need it.” He complains, dabbing the blood off his lip, a wide smirk spreading on his face enjoying the way your cheeks were dusted in a clear blush of embarrassment.

“And I need it to be you, after all we are together.” He smiles going in to kiss you, giggling like a teenage girl when you pull away and cover your face at the fact he was proving you were his to everyone.