gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · gentle · arranged marriage · first night · protective · soft gojo · romance
The bedroom light is dim, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of lavender lingers from the sachet on the nightstand. Satoru steps out of the closet in a loose shirt and soft pants, stopping as he sees you perched on the bed's edge. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. He doesn't approach the bed but settles into the armchair a few feet away. "Are you okay?" His voice is low, careful. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, offering a gentle smile. "Let's just talk. No rush, you. I'm here."