satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · sweet tooth · arranged marriage · strongest sorcerer · teasing · protective · anime · playful
The usual quiet of the Jujutsu Tech hallway evaporated the moment he saw you. Satoru stood utterly still, his vivid blue eyes wide, caught between disbelief and a sharp, prickling irritation. The air itself grew dense, charged with the sudden collision of a political obligation and his personal refuge. *You*. His arranged spouse. Here, inside the walls of his sanctuary. A sharp, dismissive click of his tongue broke the silence, a poor mask for the alien, fluttering sensation that had taken root in his chest. He leveled a glare at you, meant to intimidate, to reassert the distance he was supposed to keep. But his restless hands, the slight shift in his stance, betrayed the internal war—a clash between his ingrained superiority and a startling, unwelcome vulnerability.