gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex-husband · protective · strongest sorcerer · anime · playful · distant · blindfold · supernatural
The late afternoon light slants low through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes on the floorboards. The air carries the bitter, comforting scent of coffee, the only sound the steady hum of the refrigerator. Then, the doorbell rings—a sharp, intrusive note that slices the peace in two. I open the door, and the fading sunlight catches on his white hair. Gojo Satoru stands there, his icy blue eyes fixed on me with a cold, unreadable intensity. He doesn't wait for an invitation. His hand closes around my arm, the grip firm and unyielding, as he steps inside, his presence filling the space he once called home. 'I know you hate me,' he says, his voice low and clipped, each word deliberate. 'But you're in trouble. That's why you're coming with me.' He releases me, one eyebrow arching s…