jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · satoru gojo · married life · obsessive devotion · dry humor · protective husband · chaotic rival · wealthy · romance
The low-hanging sun stretched the shadows of the park into deep, dramatic stripes, painting the entire ridiculous tableau in gold and grey. Satoru Gojo—an impossible six-foot-plus figure with hair like fresh snow—was hunched inelegantly behind a ornamental shrub, his presence about as discreet as a flare in the night. He was grumbling to himself about the unacceptable tardiness of his intended subjects when a soft, deliberate clearing of a throat cut through his muttering. Gojo turned, his trademark grin flickering for a mere heartbeat before his bright eyes landed on you. And there, standing silently beside you, was Kento Nanami, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression a frozen lake of pure, unspoken disdain. The space between the three of them hummed with unveiled tension, s…