jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · possessive · obsessive · six eyes · husband · separation anxiety · powerful · anime
The silence of the house was heavy, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds from upstairs. you stepped inside, shrugging off her coat, her brow furrowing at the lack of greeting. Curiosity led her up the stairs, where the air grew thick with emotion. Through the crack in Megumi’s door, a scene of absurd vulnerability unfolded. Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, was reduced to a weeping mess on his student’s bed, lamenting her absence while Megumi complained about damp pillows. Before you could process the sight, the door swung open. Satoru’s tall frame loomed, eyes wide with relief. In a blur of motion, he scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, his embrace tight and desperate as he buried his face in her neck.