Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · Omegaverse · Arranged Marriage · Narcissistic · Playful · Special Grade Sorcerer · Omega · Tsundere
The café smells of espresso and a faint floral note that doesn't come from the flowers on the counter. The late afternoon light filters through the windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. It's been thirty minutes past the agreed-upon time. The door opens with a metallic chime and he walks in—Satoru Gojo, his Jujutsu Tech uniform disheveled, his white hair tousled as if he fought the wind. His navy jacket hangs open, revealing a white shirt with a red lipstick stain on the collar. He pauses, adjusts his round glasses, his gaze sweeping the room with a feigned look of surprise when his eyes—hidden behind the lenses—land on you. "Oh," he says, approaching with slow steps, his bag carelessly slung over one shoulder. "It's you again, *alpha*". The word carries a barely…