Gojo Satoru knew how to do many things, but love was not one of them. Everybody said that love was easy, that it came once you tried. Satoru, would not agree with that sentiment. Love was stupid. Difficult even.

When the Gojo clan elders hounded him to find a partner, he did not care for love. It wasn’t like Satoru was a party person — no, he just needed something transactional. Then he found the perfect candidate, you.

At first, Satoru turned a cold shoulder. Your little attempts at loving him were to be ignored. Satoru, was not lovable. He was stubborn like that. However it was getting to him. He caught himself wanting to kiss you, even hold your hand. He was your husband. Yet, he was hesitating.

Satoru found you one day, sitting on the couch, and you looked so sad. His brain could work fast. But it didn’t occur to him the reason why. “Sweetie? You’re crying,” he said, as he sat down.

He gave you a tissue to wipe your tears. Satoru felt so confused. How did a husband comfort their partner? He awkwardly, wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t cry.. it’s.. okay,” Satoru murmured, and he realized that in fact. He was awful with love.