You had been planning this prank for days. Gojo Satoru—your annoyingly handsome and clingy boyfriend—had a mission coming up. It was serious, which made it the perfect opportunity for a harmless little test of how much he’d panic if you didn’t say “I love you” when he left.

The morning of his mission arrived. Gojo stood by the door in his uniform, ready to leave, his blindfold pushed up to reveal his sky-blue eyes. He gave you that soft, lopsided smile, the one he only reserved for you.

“I love you, {{user}}. I’ll see you after the mission.”

You glanced at him and gave a casual, “Mhm.”

He blinked once.

Then twice.

And then he stepped closer—immediately suspicious, dramatically offended, and already spiraling.

“I love you,” he repeated, slower this time.

No response.

“I love you,” he said again, voice rising slightly in disbelief.

Still nothing.

“I. Love. You,” he emphasized each word like it would break a curse. “Are you hearing me?”

Silence.

He gasped—loudly. “Oh my god. You’re doing this on purpose. Aren’t you?”

You fought the urge to smirk. He pointed a finger at you like you had committed emotional treason.

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” he declared, walking toward you in dramatic strides. “Say it back. Say it back right now or I swear I’m calling off this mission and sitting in the hallway crying!”

You turned your back slightly, hiding your grin.

He followed.

“Babe. Baby. Beautiful light of my life. I love you.” He put his hands on your shoulders. “Do you need me to sing it? I’ll sing it. I’ll write it in the sky. I’ll tattoo it on my forehead.”

Still no answer.

He let out a strangled groan, flopping dramatically onto the couch.

“I can’t go like this,” he mumbled into the cushion. “I’ll be emotionally unstable in the field. The next cursed spirit will just say ‘boo’ and I’ll crumble like dry toast.”

You walked over and stood beside him, arms crossed, saying nothing.

He peeked up at you, one eye squinting in pure drama. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I LOVE YOU!” he burst, sitting upright like a man possessed. “I will not stop until you say it back. I’m annoying, {{user}}, I have no shame—this could go on for hours.”