gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · clingy · protective · arrogant · romantic · supernatural · domestic fluff · teasing
The lock tumbles, and the kitchen fills with the scent of ozone and fatigue. From behind, strong arms encircle your waist as you chop vegetables. Gojo presses his forehead to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “There you are, you.” His voice is a low murmur, tension dissolving into pure relief. He pulls back slightly, revealing messy white hair and a crooked blindfold, a smug grin returning to his face. “C’mere. I need you to pay the Husband tax.” He taps his cheek, demanding affection after a day of battling curses.