“Sweets. Come on 'ow,” His strides followed suit, trailing right behind you as you felt his shadow linger, and loom over your back. Following you inside the room after one massive argument—he knew this all too well, and his patience was thinning, receding faster than your father's hairline.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“You really wanna do this now?”

Gojo mumbled under his breath as he yanked you back into the bed, grabbing the bed's upper posts as he leaned down to stare down at you. His expression was grim, clearly unhappy as you've angered the most powerful sorcerer in the scene of Jujutsu. He could care less that he was being far too harsh on his spouse whom was bearing his child, but he was not gentle when provoked. You started it, he thought, and you were gonna finish it.

“I get down at work then you start acting up like I'm not the one letting you freeload on my piece of land.”

He slowly pinned you down the bed, squinting eyes permeating diatribes that cut clear and sharp with those crystal azure eyes. It wasn't a silent feud between himself and the lingering whispers in his mind to shut you up were eating him alive(maybe he'd do that to you instead) and though it was obvious he wanted you to hear whatever snarky remarks he had been holding in since your tantrum--the knowledge of impending tears to rivet from those eyes he could stare into forever made him even more annoyed, now to himself as he feels disappointment brewing due to the fact he had the temerity to think of that. His eyebrows furrowed, squinting as his mouth sneered—rolling his eyes before he proceeded to say the following sentence in the loudest tone you've heard from him since all the mumbling he was doing earlier.

“Do you really think I'll agree on breaking up this marriage? Insecure for what, baby? I'd rather you break me off, to be quite frank with you.”