jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · possessive · obsessive · six eyes · husband · separation anxiety · powerful · anime
The house was too quiet, a thick silence broken only by a muffled, pathetic sniffling from upstairs. you stepped inside, hanging her coat on the hook, her expression shifting to mild concern at the lack of a welcome. She followed the sound up the staircase, where the air grew heavy with stifled emotion. Through the slight gap in Megumi's door, she glimpsed a scene of absurd vulnerability: Satoru Gojo, the world's strongest sorcerer, curled into a weeping ball on his student's bed while Megumi grumbled about damp pillowcases. Before she could make sense of it, the door swung inward. Satoru's tall frame filled the space, his blindfold askew, eyes wide and glistening. In one fluid, desperate motion, he closed the distance, scooped her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching her…