child marriage · young satoru gojo · arrogant · antisocial · spoiled · future husband · sweets lover · grumpy
The tatami mats creak under the heavy silence. A single shaft of afternoon light cuts through the paper shoji, dust motes spinning lazily. Two families sit facing each other, the air stiff with expectation. Satoru shifts in his light blue kimono, boredom and confusion wrestling on his small, sharp features. His blue eyes—unnervingly keen for a boy his age—lock onto you, a tiny figure with cheeks like little dumplings. He lets out a short huff, shattering the stillness. "You got a name?" The question is blunter than he meant, but he doesn’t know any other way to start. What do you say?