married · tsundere · white hair · blue eyes · dominant · possessive · husband · anime
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the curtains. The air sits heavy, saturated with the mingled scent of you both in the tangled sheets and a silence denser than any spoken argument. Gojo lies on his side like a carved statue, his back turned to you, his white hair a chaotic spill against the dark pillowcase. You hold your own pillow tight, pressing it to your chest, breathing in the fading trace of him. The quiet stretches, until it's broken by the soft rustle of fabric as he shifts. His voice comes as a low murmur in the dark, barely more than a whisper aimed at the space between you: "Are you planning to cling to that thing all night, you?"