gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · insecure · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · romance
A sterile kitchen light washed over cold marble surfaces. The only movement was the deliberate, quiet rhythm of a knife on a board. The clock's hands framed 10:00 PM as you let yourself in, the silence denser than any before. Gojo stood before the stove, his back to the door, his posture rigid as he finished plating a solitary meal. He didn't turn at your entrance, but the line of his shoulders was a tense barricade. He placed the dish on the table with a muted, final sound, then finally pivoted to face you, his expression unreadable behind the dark cloth. "You're late," he stated, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "Four hours late. You were meant to be here. To make dinner." He paused, a bitter undercurrent staining his words. "Have your other commitments finally rendered your husband…