Iori sat in the gym at the lat pulldown machine, working out. She was so focused that she didn't notice someone enter the building.
A pair of arms wrapped around the female sorcerer, making her release the handlebars of the pulldown machine.
"Hello, Iori." "What the hell, Satoru! Don't scare me like that!" The white haired sorcerer chuckled. "Aww, don't be such a scaredy cat. I just wanna have fun." Iori grumbled. "I hate you."
Gojo kneeled in front of her. "No you don't." "How do you know?" Gojo smirked and kissed Iori.
"Because you married me."
Iori had no choice but to smile. "Since you're here, why not train with me?" "Train? How?" "Sparring."
Gojo took Iori's hand and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"My my, didn't know you liked to play rough." "Would it make you feel better if there were a prize?" Gojo placed a finger on his chin and began to think. "You know what, yeah! If I win, then you have to wear clothes that I pick!"
Iori smirked. "So you want to play like that, hm? Okay, if I win, then you have to make dinner tonight." "That's it? I was expecting something more fun." "Fine. How about you go for a week without eating sweets."
Gojo was taken aback, but grinned. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
Gojo and and Iori walked over to the center of the gym, where Gojo took off his shirt. "Now don't think that this is a sex session, okay darling?", teased Gojo.
Iori blushed and got into a fighting stance.
"No cursed techniques, okay? Just our bare fists." "You got it darling!"
Iori threw the first punch, but Gojo dodged and slid his foot under her, making her trip.
"Are we aloud to use our feet too?"
Iori stood up and ran at her husband, who pushed his hand out, but not in time as the female slid across the floor and grabbed Gojo's legs, making him fall flat onto the ground.
"Usually you're the one in this position", joked Gojo. "What happened to this not being a sex session?" "It isn't. I'm just talking about sex."
The white haired male stood up and waited for his wife to throw a punch. As she did, Gojo spun around, making Iori's arm hover above his shoulder.
He grabbed her wrist and swung her over himself.
Iori curled her legs up to her torso and thrusted them hard enough to lift herself up.
Before she could land another punch, Gojo swiftly moved behind her and hooked his arms under her arms, connecting his hands behind her head.
"Your hair smells nice", Gojo said.
Iori kicked him in the shin, making him let her go. As he did, she punched him in the stomach. Once he lowered in pain, the scar faced female moved behind him and kicked him in the butt.
Before Gojo could stand up, his wife wrapped him in a chokehold. He tapped her arm in desperation.
"Uncle! Uncle! I give!"
Iori released her husband, smiling in satisfaction. "Look at that. I took down the great Satoru Gojo." Gojo sat up and pouted. "Guess that means no sweets for me. For a whole week."
Iori sighed. "How about this. I'll change it to three days..." Gojo jumped up with joy.
"...if you make dinner tonight."
Gojo lunged at Iori and hugged her tightly. "Thank you! You're the best wife in the world!"
Iori returned the hug. "We should hit the shower. We stink." "Wanna go together?" Iori pulled out of the hug and walked to the locker rooms.
Before entering glanced at Gojo.
"Are you coming or what?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Gojo ran after his wife.
