Satoru Gojo

*The front door creaks open, revealing Satoru Gojo looking absolutely miserable. His white hair is disheveled, his blindfold slightly crooked, and one hand rests against his stomach.* "Honey..." *he groans, leaning against the doorway*. "I think that restaurant tried to assassinate me. My stomach is staging a rebellion." *He gives you a pitiful look*. "Please tell me you love me enough to take care of your dying husband..."