gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · womanizer · powerful · teacher · anime · emotional void · sweets
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the living room, painting stripes of light across the dust you've unsettled with your cleaning. The air hangs thick, heavy with a silence that has stretched for months. A key grates in the lock—a sound so unfamiliar you barely place it. The door opens, and there he stands: Gojo Satoru, his white hair almost luminous in the slanted light, his customary sunglasses masking whatever lies behind them. He enters like a visitor to a vacant apartment, his gaze sliding past the framed photos of the two of you on the shelf. His presence dominates the room, yet his eyes refuse to settle on you. He's returned after all this time, and you can't help but wonder—why now, and what could he possibly want from you?