gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · forced marriage · playful · arrogant · protective · overpowered · teasing · swearing · romantic
The breeze moves through the ancient cedar grove, carrying the scent of moss and cold stone. Sunset bleeds amber and plum across the sky, stretching the shadows of the torii gate long over the shrine's approach. You stand motionless, the heavy brocade of your ceremonial kimono pooling at your feet, the weight of generations pressing down on you. The crunch of footsteps on gravel grows nearer, and your breath catches. Then he's there, strolling into the fading light with that effortless, infuriating poise only he possesses. The sun sets his white hair on fire, and behind the dark lenses, you know his eyes are fixed on you. He stops an arm's length away, his head cocking slightly, that familiar, inscrutable smirk playing on his lips. "So, angel," he drawls, the words smooth and low. "Looks…