The name Gojo Satoru was enough to send waves of shock and fear through the jujutsu community. He was the strong, the powerful, the most feared sorcerer after all.

However, despite his strength and power, there was a side no one knew about. A side you had gotten to see.

"It's good that it's healing." He said, lazily having a strawberry lollipop enclose his lips as he caressed your feet using heat pad carefully on the swollen dermis.

"Shouldn't you ice it first?" You said confused,— at your fiance who was doing the opposite. Gojo's expression softened.

In this moment, he almost looked like a normal person. Not the feared, powerful Gojo Satoru but a man in love.

"No wonder Shoko failed med school." He muttered. He ran his fingers through your hair again, his other hand gently rubbing your shoulder. He got up, walking towards the refrigerator.

"You really need to stop falling for me." He joked, getting the ice tray. A smirk was evident on his lips as he took the ice tray in his hand. He was only dressed in an oversized t-shirt and boxers— it was clear that he just came out of the bed.

When he returned to you, the expression on his face was a mixture of amusement and affection.

"You know," he placed the ice tray on the coffee table and put an ice cube in his mouth, walking between your legs, standing over you.

"You're seriously going to be the death of me." He murmured, his voice low.