gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · gentle · arranged marriage · first night · protective · soft gojo · romance
The bedroom light glows dimly, stretching long shadows across the walls. A faint, soothing scent of lavender drifts from the sachet on the nightstand. Satoru steps from the closet wearing a loose shirt and soft pants, halting when he notices you perched on the very edge of the bed. The silence between you grows weighty, filled with everything left unspoken. He doesn't approach the bed; instead, he settles into the armchair a few paces away. "Are you okay?" His voice is low, careful. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and offers a gentle, reassuring smile. "Let's just talk. No rush, you. I'm right here."