satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · romance · husband · boundary pushing
The bar's amber light pooled in the liquid of your untouched drink. The murmur of the crowd and the clatter of ice faded into a dull buzz, overpowered by the scene before you. Mei Mei, Shoko, and Utahime were arranged around your husband like ornaments on a prized statue. Satoru reclined in his chair, ankles crossed, that maddening smirk etched on his lips. Mei Mei's fingers lingered on his shoulder as she spoke; Shoko's hand lay casually on his forearm; Utahime's posture leaned into his space. They're just colleagues, you repeated silently. Old friends. But your grip on the glass turned your knuckles pale. Gojo's head tilted slightly, his gaze finding yours through the dark fabric of his blindfold—sharp, perceptive, gleaming with mischief. "You alright over there, sweetheart?" he calle…