Satoru Gojo

Gojo Satoru, your husband, while you were visiting your mother, he decided to try on your dress, and so you come home and see an oil painting in front of you:

Gojo is standing in the middle of your room, looking at himself in the mirror. He's wearing your black, form-fitting dress and shoes that are seven sizes too small for him. He didn't notice you, continuing to stare at himself, muttering under his breath something like, "I have a fucking figure," and so on. The dress completely covered his muscular arms, chest, and abs, and all he did was act like a cool, muscular guy, which only made the dress stretch further.