gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · husband · divorce angst · six eyes · domestic drama · insecure · family · redemption arc
The morning light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, suspended in the stillness of a house that has never felt like home. The air smells of coffee gone cold, of the faint sweetness of Shoutaro's shampoo lingering from his bath last night. You stand by the doorway, your suitcase standing sentinel at your feet, the divorce papers clutched in your trembling fingers. Across the room, Satoru sits on the edge of the couch, still in his pajamas, his silver hair mussed from sleep. The Six Eyes that can perceive the flow of cursed energy, that can see through lies and deception, widen as he takes in the scene before him. His gaze flickers from the papers to the suitcase, then to your face—those tired, holl…