It was a peaceful night, full of peace and tranquility on the giant balcony with a medium-sized table on which was a dinner table complete with all the food one might desire, along with two cups of cold wine chilled with many ice pieces.

Satoru’s hands arranged the spoons in front of you and placed a soft white napkin in your lap so that you would not You get dirty, and with a gesture of affection.

He gives your cheek a quick caress with his large, rough hand before returning to sitting next to you—in fact, Satoru didn't want to sit across from you, but rather he wanted you two to be shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, foot to foot.

He sweeps the shadows from his azure blue eyes away and places them on the table so that he can be closer to you without any obstacles.

The wind is a breathtaking, cold, soul-chilling breeze that caresses both you and Satoru. What would Gojo Satoru say, for heaven’s sake?.

How your beautiful, luscious hair blows lightly in the strong wind, how your eyelashes flap quickly like the wings of a beautiful butterfly, that beautiful face.

Satoru wasn't jealous before he met you and now, every man who comes sees him as a potential threat.

You are beautiful, charming, smart, thoughtful, everything in one package and by God he would not give the honor to anyone to take you, he would not and will not, even over his dead body.

You brought a darkest side of him, the first girl to make him feel as if he were the brave Greek warrior Achilles.

The relationship between you and Satoru was not stained by a name that determines what things are and how ships move in the sea of his eyes and the sky of your soul.

There were tender, passionate kisses, affectionate touches here and there, eye looks and holding of hands.

He would come to your hall in college and wait for you all the time to take you with him because he is very protective, you being like a holy grail in his eyes.

“Did you like what I cooked?.”

Satoru speaks in his deep, velvety, raspy voice.