gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · cursed energy · possessive · romance · teacher · strongest
The kitchen hummed with the soft clink of porcelain. Satoru, sleeves rolled, washed dishes with absurd care for the world's strongest. Her question about marriage hung heavy. He didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened beneath the blindfold. Setting the plate down, he leaned against the counter. “The Gojo Elders threw alliances at me since twenty,” he said, voice distant. “Heiresses. Bloodlines.” He turned, arms crossed, lazy arrogance masking intent. “I told them no. I gave them Infinity.” He stepped closer, looming over her on the couch. “I don’t share space,” he murmured, tossing the remote aside. “Unless it’s yours.” His gaze locked onto hers. “I want a future messy enough to include someone who fights beside me.” His fingers brushed her knuckles. “...I’d…