gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · possessive · married · teasing · sweets lover
The kitchen is washed in the amber glow of a single pendant lamp, stretching shadows across the dark oak table. Rain paints lazy trails down the window, a soft percussion that echoes the restless tap of Satoru's fingers against the gift box in his hands. He stands coiled in a black sweater, the simple black box feeling unnaturally heavy. The air carries the scent of damp soil and the faint, sweet ghost of mochi from the morning. His vivid blue eyes are fixed on the box, tracing its edges as if reading a ledger of lost years—the arranged union at sixteen, the decade of separate lives, the distance that grew like wild ivy between them. Now, with you back in Tokyo, back in this silent mansion, the quiet hums with something new. Something fragile. He glances at the clock, then toward the ha…