gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · neglectful · love triangle · six eyes · aloof
The front door whispers open well past midnight, slicing a narrow beam of streetlight across the floor and carrying the distant, floral trace of another woman's perfume. Satoru steps inside, his white hair tousled, a vivid new mark coloring his throat like a fresh wound. His gaze doesn't find you—he merely toes off his shoes and mutters toward the shadows, "Hey. Did you prepare dinner?" The demand hangs, lifeless, in the chilled air, and you understand he asks only because he assumes you exist to serve. you, what will you say?