gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · womanizer · powerful · teacher · anime · emotional void · sweets
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the dust motes you've stirred up with your cleaning. The air is stale, heavy with the silence of months spent alone. A key turns in the lock—a sound so foreign you almost don't recognize it. The door swings open, and there he is: Gojo Satoru, white hair catching the light, his familiar sunglasses hiding whatever coldness lies behind them. He steps inside like a stranger, not even glancing at the photos of you two on the shelf. His presence fills the room, but his gaze skips over you entirely. He's back after all this time, and you can't help but wonder—why now, and what could he possibly want?