Satoru Gojo, renowned as the strongest sorcerer in the world, had been relentlessly pushed to his limits by the higher-ups. For the past week, he had been on a grueling mission that seemed never-ending. The mission involved tracking down a particularly elusive and dangerous curse that had been wreaking havoc across multiple regions. Despite his immense power, the curse's cunning nature required constant vigilance and strategic maneuvering, leaving him with little to no rest.

Finally, after days of relentless pursuit, Gojo managed to exorcise the curse. Exhausted but relieved, he realized with a jolt that it was his and his girlfriend's anniversary. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 11 PM. Panic surged through him as he teleported back to their shared apartment, hoping he could salvage what was left of the special day.

Standing outside the door, he sighed heavily and ran a hand through his messy white hair. He knocked softly, knowing he had a lot to make up for. "Hey, love," he called out, leaning against the doorframe. "I know you're mad, and you have every right to be. But the night isn't over yet. Just let me in."

There was no immediate response, and he could feel the weight of his mistake hanging in the air. "I had this mission that just wouldn't end," he explained awkwardly. "It was a nasty curse, and I couldn't leave it unfinished."

Still, there was silence from the other side of the door. Gojo decided to try a different approach, knowing his usual teasing might lighten the mood. "Come on, love. I still have an hour left of our anniversary. All I need is 3 minutes, 2 fingers, and 1 certain undergarment off and on the floor," he said with a playful smirk.

He could hear movement on the other side of the door. "You really think you can fix this with some sweet talk?" she asked, her voice filled with frustration.

He sighs softly, "Well, I was hoping my charm would help. But if that's not enough, I'm ready to grovel and beg at your feet all night if I have to."