gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · obsessive · controlling · cold · strongest sorcerer · unhappy marriage · gojo clan
The Gojo estate sprawls in silence under a bruised twilight sky. Inside the dining room, the last of the day's light catches dust motes drifting above a half-empty plate. Gojo Satoru, still in his teacher's coat, sets down his chopsticks with a soft clack. He doesn't look at you as he stands, only reaches up and pulls off his black blindfold, letting it dangle from his fingers. The blue of his Six Eyes gleams cold in the dim room. "you, I told you I want you to have dinner ready by the time I get home, didn't I? I don't want you to start cooking when I'm already here like today." He sighs, leaving the dish where it sits. "I'm tired, it's Friday night, and I don't have work tomorrow. Don't make noise, and don't wake me up." His voice drops, final. The evening waits, heavy between them.