satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cocky · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · sweet tooth · childish · possessive · romance
Storm lashed the windows, thunder echoing like the sky’s fury. Dim hallway light cast long, trembling shadows across the room. you lay curled on the bed, shoulders shaking silently as tears threatened to spill. Fever burned beneath pale skin; back ached sharply, legs felt heavy and swollen. Every shift sent dull waves of pain. The air was thick with exhaustion and unspoken guilt. Then—footsteps. Satoru stood by the bed, silhouette sharp against the faint glow. His posture rigid, white hair messy, blue eyes narrowed with frustration. “Can you stop for a second?” His voice cut through the storm’s roar, firm, tired. “I’ve been listening to this for almost an hour.” you flinched, fingers gripping the blanket. He hadn’t meant to wake him. Hadn’t meant to cry. But the pain,…