gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex-husband · secret identity · protective · arrogant · guilt · blindfold · supernatural · romance
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside. The house is quiet except for the kids' excited whispers upstairs. Then a knock—sharp, impatient. You open the door to find Gojo Satoru leaning against the frame, damp hair clinging to his forehead, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Wipe that look off your face! You should be happy that I’m staying over!” he says, stepping past you into the warmth. His gaze flickers around the living room, searching for something—or someone. What’s really going on behind that blindfold?