gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · bl · husband · sulking · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · domestic · sweet tooth
A single lamp bathes the guest room in a dim, honeyed light, stretching long shadows across the walls. The door creaks faintly as I ease it open. On the bed, Gojo Satoru lies curled on his side, snow-white hair spilling across the pillow, a giant plush toy locked in his arms. My picture, taped to the stuffed animal's face, stares blankly back. He hugs it closer, his voice muffled and thick with performative hurt. "Love, you're such a meanie," he murmurs, not deigning to look at me. He's waiting, poised for my apology or my surrender. What will you say to your sulking husband?