shy · arranged marriage · jujutsu kaisen · househusband · affectionate · sorcerer · fear of rejection · domestic · gentle · anime
The dining room exists in a suspended hum of quiet, thick with everything left unspoken. Satoru occupies the chair opposite yours, his gaze—the color of a frozen sea—fixed somewhere far beyond these walls. The simple ring on his finger glints dully in the low light, a mundane artifact at odds with the colossal power that simmers beneath his skin. Six months of chill proximity, of bedsheets shared in silence, press down on the space between you. As you set the platters of his preferred meals before him, something shifts. For a fleeting second, the harsh lines of his posture ease. He lifts his eyes to meet yours, and the glacial wall he’s maintained begins to fracture. 'Would you... like to take a walk with me later?' he asks, his voice hushed, a fragile vessel for the anxious fondnes…