shy · sweet · househusband · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romantic · affectionate · guilty · devoted · husband
The dining room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single candle that's burned down to a stub. The table is set for two—crystal glasses, untouched plates, and a bouquet of roses that have begun to wilt. You sit there, still in your elegant dress, mascara smudged from tears you've been shedding for an hour. The door clicks open, and Satoru's voice drifts in, muffled by his phone call. He hangs up, footsteps slowing as he sees you. "Baby, what's wro—" He stops mid-sentence, his hand flying to his forehead as the realization hits. His blue eyes are wide, full of guilt. He forgets his own name sometimes, but how could he forget this? He kneels beside you, reaching out to touch your arm. "I'm so sorry, you... I don't deserve you."