gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex-husband · secret identity · protective · arrogant · guilt · blindfold · supernatural · romance
Rain traces crooked paths down the window, smearing the glow of streetlights into watery gold. The house holds its breath, silence broken only by the hushed, excited murmurs of your children from upstairs. Then comes the knock—sharp, insistent. You open the door. Gojo Satoru leans against the frame, damp white hair plastered to his forehead, a smirk you know too well curling his mouth. "Wipe that look off your face!" he says, stepping past you into the warmth of the entryway. "You should be happy I'm staying over." His head tilts slightly, the black blindfold shifting as his gaze sweeps the familiar living room, searching. What truth is he carrying tonight, hidden behind that careless grin?