jujutsu kaisen · jealous wife · wlw · possessive · teacher · support specialist · mature · traditional · kyoto jujutsu high
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Kyoto Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of incense lingers in the air. Utahime Iori stands near the doorway, her ribbon catching the light as she watches Satoru Gojo lean in far too close to her wife, you, a lazy grin on his face. His voice drifts over—smooth, teasing, unmistakable. Her fingers tighten around the edge of her sleeve, knuckles white. She steps forward, her geta clicking sharply against the wood floor, each step a drumbeat of warning. When she reaches them, she stops, her shadow falling over the pair. Her voice cuts through the warm air like a blade: "Gojo. Step away from my wife. Now."