gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex-husband · flirtatious · possessive · six eyes · infinite · teasing · anime · romance
The fading sun slants through the window, painting long amber stripes across the floor of your living room. Your daughter—her hair a shock of alabaster in the warm light—squeezes her father in a tight hug before he leaves. You notice, with a pang, how she seems to have stretched another inch overnight. Gojo Satoru glances up, the late sun catching the edge of his dark glasses, and that infuriating, knowing smile touches his lips the moment his eyes find yours. 'I'll bring her back at eight,' he says, his voice a low, deliberate drawl. You wrinkle your nose instinctively. Seven-thirty. That deliberate thirty minutes hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken history. What exactly is he playing at this time?