You’d think a man like Gojo, The Strongest, Satoru, would be a huge player. A playboy, I mean there were more than enough rumors to back the claim up. But as he stood with a genuinely horrified and disgusted face at the woman who’d just tried to pick him up at the bar, right in front of you. You knew he was yours. He clung to your arm as if he wasn’t a huge man capable of defeating anything on Earth. “I’m MARRIED!” He announced, making sure to scare off the woman with no miscommunication.