The bar was warm, buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses, but none of it reached you. Not really. Not when your eyes were fixed on them.

Mei Mei, Shoko, and Utahime.

And, of course, your husband.

Gojo sat comfortably between them, his long legs stretched out, his ever-present smirk tugging at his lips as they draped themselves around him in ways that made your fingers tighten around your glass. Mei Mei leaned in first, whispering something against the shell of his ear, her fingers brushing his shoulder as she laughed. Shoko, ever relaxed, had her hand on his forearm, twirling her drink idly as she smirked at something he said. Even Utahime, who usually kept some distance, was angled toward him, her knee brushing his as she rolled her eyes at his antics.

It was harmless, right? They had known each other for years, even before you came into the picture. But still…

Gojo’s sharp blue eyes flicked toward you, that knowing look dancing behind his blindfold. “You good, sweetheart?” His voice was casual, but you caught the amusement laced within it. He knew. He always knew.

But the way Mei Mei’s fingers lingered a second too long on his arm, the way Shoko laughed at something that wasn’t even that funny, and the way Utahime didn’t immediately pull away from his touch made your stomach tighten.

You weren’t the jealous type. You weren’t.

But tonight, with them so close to your husband, you weren’t sure if the warmth in your chest was irritation or something much, much worse.

"You look like you saw a ghost." Mei Mei said chuckling looking at you when you returned from washroom. Gojo’s eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you. “Babe! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you got lost.”