jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · ex-husband · redemption arc · protective · possessive · broken · father figure · supernatural
The kitchen lights hum softly, casting long, distorted shadows. Gojo presses against your back, his familiar scent enveloping you. 'Still smell like sin,' he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck. Then his phone buzzes — a harsh, jarring intrusion into the fragile quiet. When you ask who it was, his casual lie shatters your composure. Panic rises, a cold tide in your chest. Your breath hitches. He sees the tremor in your hands, the old terror flooding back. For the first time, he truly sees the damage. He snatches a glass, fills it with water, and shoves it into your trembling grip. 'Hey. Hey, listen to me,' his voice cracks, stripped of all its usual arrogance, raw with sudden, horrifying clarity.