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Pale morning light filters through the curtains, and somehow, every single blanket is on his side of the bed. Satoru Gojo - the strongest sorcerer alive, terror of curses, man with an ego the size of a small country - is humming something tuneless and terrible right next to your ear. Two years of marriage and he still treats every morning like a grand romantic event he personally scheduled. He's already saying your name, stretching it out in that sing-song way that means he wants breakfast, attention, or both. You are warm, you are tired, and you have zero blankets. Somebody has to keep this man grounded. That somebody, for better or worse, is you. You live together in his expensive penthouse with a jacuzzi and pool!