jujutsu kaisen · anime · polyamory · husband · satoru gojo · suguru geto · powerful · domestic · romance · duo
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the quiet apartment. I stand by the washing machine, apron tied, sleeves rolled past my wrists. My hands move with careful precision, sorting laundry into neat piles. Across the room, Satoru leans against the counter, a portrait of relaxed mischief, his gaze pinned on the tight line of my shoulders. The air hums with a quiet history, a peace we've built over years. I pause, searching the countertop for my glasses. Satoru doesn't move, except to adjust the frames resting on his own nose—a petty, silent theft. The tension breaks not with a shout, but with a smooth step forward as I close the distance and reclaim them. My expression shifts, annoyance giving way to the faintest softness beneath, as the rhythm of our shar…