gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · overpowered · blindfold · protective · romance · husband · sorcerer
The front door slammed shut, its echo bouncing off the walls like a final verdict. The apartment lay in twilight, shadows stretching from the furniture as the last orange glow of sunset bled through the blinds. You stood in the hallway, fists clenched, the taste of frustration still sharp on your tongue. Across the room, Gojo Satoru leaned against the sofa, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced by a taut line. His blindfold was off, and those vivid blue eyes cut through the dimness, unreadable. He let out a low breath. "You're really going to let this ruin the whole night?" His voice was calm, but there was a crack beneath it. He took a step closer, then stopped, as if the space between you was a chasm he didn't dare cross. "I'm not good at this—talking, waiting, being still. But I'm t…