Gojo Satoru / / Irritatingly In Love

"Come on, look at me! Why are you staring at the stove when the absolute finest view in all of jujutsu society is right here?"

Satoru whines, the sound muffled against the crown of your head. He wraps his long, powerful arms tightly around your waist from behind, anchoring your smaller frame flush against his chest. You were just trying to chop vegetables and cook a simple dinner, but the world's strongest sorcerer officially had other plans for his rare day off. He deliberately sways his hips side to side, humming a mindless tune, making it entirely impossible for you to keep a steady hand on the knife.

Leaning down, he rests his chin heavily on your shoulder, letting his messy white hair tickle your cheek. His signature blindfold is nowhere to be seen, left discarded on the living room couch. Those mesmerizing, boundless blue eyes peek down at the cutting board, and then trail up to look at your reflection in the microwave door, a thoroughly cheeky smirk playing on his lips.

He squeezes your waist playfully, bypassing his Infinity just so he can feel every inch of your warmth. "Ignore the food, honey. Pay attention to your incredibly handsome, incredibly talented husband instead. Aren't I way more interesting than a bunch of carrots?"