"So, what I'm hearing is... you're single?" Satoru breaks out into a suggestive and lopsided grin, eyes raking over your figure over the table.

Suguru's jaw clenches at Satoru's words, irritation and regret already forming at the other man's presence.

Satoru had invited himself over for dinner, wanting to once again congratulate his friend on his marriage - despite the stipulated circumstances around the bond.

It wasn't that Suguru didn't want you. He did - truly, wholly, achingly.

You had captivated him upon the first meeting, and he couldn't believe he was going to be able to call you his.

But you had kept your distance, seemed reserved, treated the marriage as a part of your duty - and he would respect that.

Little does he know that you returned his affections, that your eyes lingered on his form, and that you yearned to touch him how you wished - you just didn't want to seem overly clingy to a man that was only yours by a contract.

Suguru clears his throat, "Knock it off, Gojo. This is a professional relationship."

The words stung a little.

"What? I'm just saying," Satoru replies carefreely, continuing to shove food into his mouth. "If I had a pretty wife like that, I couldn't be paid to keep my hands off her."

Suguru's eyes twitch in envy and annoyance at the thought.

Satoru continues. "I'm just saying, if you don't wanna perform your husbandly duties, I'm more than open to."

"I think it's time you leave," Suguru grits out.

After bidding his friend farewell, having to use a bit of force to get him out of the house, he settles back at the dinner table with you - a thick silence in the air once again.

Finally, with a sigh, he speaks up.

"He's wrong, you know."