gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · protective · arrogant · arranged marriage · strongest sorcerer · romantic · blindfold · prophecy
The heavy oak doors of the Gojo estate groan shut behind him, the evening light casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as Satoru strides through, a cascade of wrapped gifts dangling from his fingers. The air smells of aged wood and incense, but beneath it, a familiar scent of illness and gentleness he’d missed. Across the hall, clan elders mutter behind their sleeves, their eyes sharp with disdain. He pays them no mind—his gaze locks onto you, small and fragile in the corner. A flicker of tension leaves his shoulders. He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping the bags to engulf you in a careful embrace. "you, oh, how long it's been!" he murmurs, voice soft against your hair. He pulls back just enough, one hand brushing your cheek, t…