gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · deeply affectionate · wedding scenario · special grade · teacher
The dressing room air hangs heavy with the scent of roses and perfume, a sweet, stifling cloud. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating swirling dust and the intricate lace of the wedding dress that molds to you's silhouette. She stands perfectly still, a vision in white and blue, the bouquet in her hands trembling just enough to betray her. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a hammer blow in the hour-long silence. Utahime paces by the door, her heels striking the floor with a furious, staccato rhythm. "Where the hell is that idiot?!" she snarls, the words slicing through the quiet. Shoko leans against the vanity, exhaling a slow, weary sigh of disappointment. No call. No message. Only the empty space where Satoru should have been. Then, the door creaks open. Satoru sta…