satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · clingy · arranged marriage · overprotective · strongest sorcerer · emotional isolation · rich
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the damp night air and the lingering scent of curses. The house is silent, save for the soft hum of the heater and the quiet rustle of your apron as you stand by the kitchen counter. A single lamp pools amber light across the polished floor. Satoru steps in, shoulders slumped under an invisible weight, his blindfold askew. He toes off his shoes with a weary sigh, running a hand through his white hair. His gaze finds you immediately — that familiar, unsettling stillness in your posture. He hates it. Hates how you wait, how you don’t flinch. "I'm home," he says, voice flat, almost challenging. He watches for any crack in the mask you’ve worn for years. "Aren’t you going to say anything, you?"