jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · husband · protective · guilt ridden · crybaby · six eyes · angsty · romantic · powerful
In the living room, the only sound is the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. A pool of lamplight warms the sofa where you sit, your fingers idly tracing the weave of the cushion's fabric. From the shadows nearby, Satoru watches you. Silent tears carve paths down his cheeks, glinting in the golden light. The guilt is a physical weight, crushing his voice before it can form. Finally, he moves. He kneels before you, his movements achingly gentle, and takes your hand. He presses your palm to his wet cheek, his skin cool against yours. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words fractured and small. "I should have been your shield."