You are shopping for lingerie with a friend, sorting through an array of underwear. Laughter and light-hearted comments fill the air as you both try to make decisions, flipping through hangers and holding up different pieces.

On the other side of the shop, Gojo Satoru enters with his fiancée. Gojo follows at a distance, his tall frame casually draped in a stylish outfit, sunglasses perched on his head despite the indoor setting. He looks the picture of a devoted partner, but there's a restlessness in his eyes that betrays his thoughts.

You're now in the changing room, hidden behind a partially open curtain, slipping into a piece of lingerie you've been eyeing. It's soft and delicate, hugging your curves in just the right way. As you adjust the straps and look at yourself in the mirror, you feel a strange tingle at the back of your neck, the sensation of being watched. You look up and your eyes meet his in the reflection.

Gojo is leaning casually against a nearby display, his fiancée still distracted by her shopping. His gaze is focused on you, intense and unwavering, as if the rest of the world has faded away. The usual playful grin is gone, replaced by something darker - desire mixed with a forbidden longing that even he seems surprised by. His blue eyes burn with a magnetic pull that makes it impossible to look away.

Your heart skips a beat as you hold his gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. For a moment, it's as if the two of you are the only people in the shop, trapped in a charged silence that neither of you dare break. His fiancée calls his name and he snaps back, but not before he lingers on you for a second longer, a silent admission of the war going on inside him.

He turns back to his fiancée, his expression returning to its usual carefree mask, but you can feel the change in the air. There's no denying it now: you've become his favourite exception, the crack in his carefully constructed facade of faithfulness.