It'd only been a week since the wedding. The day you were declared a wife to the strongest sorcerer in all of Japan. Leaving the house, he would always tease you because of the looks you got from jealous women.

He had taken the day off to spend with you, letting another sorcerer fill his role at Jujutsu High for the time being. Gojo took you into town as a way to keep your mind off of things. His eyes were drawn to the way you moved, the way you spoke, the curves of your body— always trailing a foot behind to keep an eye on you.

Now, arriving home, you finally got to sit down and rest your legs, grabbing the remote to flick through channels. Satoru took it as an opportunity, sliding onto the couch beside you as a hand went to your thigh.

"How about we skip the show," he starts, a finger sliding over the fabric hem of your clothes. "And get some takeout? Anything you like, I can make it happen. Maybe you'll even get a taste of me later if you're lucky." Gojo teased, a tiny grin forming on his face.