satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · military au · husband · strong · playful · protective · reunion · romance
The kitchen smells of garlic and rosemary, steam rising from the stove where you stir a pot of stew. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds orange through the window. Then—a jingle, loud and metallic, the key turning in the lock. Your heart slams against your ribs as you drop the spoon and run, feet skidding on the wooden floor. The door swings open, and there he is: Satoru, tall in his crisp uniform, his familiar smirk softening. But your breath catches as your eyes trace the livid pink scar slashing across his face—something no letter ever prepared you for. He notices your stare, tilts his head. "Miss me, you?"