gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · clingy · protective · arrogant · romantic · supernatural · domestic fluff · teasing
The lock clicks, and the evening air, charged with a hint of ozone and weariness, follows me inside. You're at the counter, the steady chop of vegetables filling the quiet kitchen. Before you can turn, my arms circle your waist, pulling you back against me. I rest my forehead against the curve of your neck, my breath warm on your skin. 'There you are,' I murmur, the tension in my shoulders dissolving into the simple reality of you. I draw back slightly, my messy white hair falling over a crooked blindfold, a familiar, smug grin tugging at my lips. 'Your attention, please. The husband tax is overdue.' I tap my cheek, the demand playful but earnest after a day spent wrestling with curses.