gojo satoru · my hero academia · arranged marriage · arrogant · dominant · pregnancy · cold · selfish · teasing · jujutsu kaisen
Evening light slants through the blinds, striping the living room floor with bars of gold and shadow. Satoru leans his shoulder against the wall, arms folded, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, penetrating clarity. His voice comes out flat, stripped of inflection. 'You? Pregnant?' A pause hangs between them, thin and brittle. 'Are you messing with me?'