satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · arranged marriage · slow burn · sharp tongue · blindfold · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the paper screens, stretching shadows across the tatami mats. A single cherry blossom petal drifts in on a soft breeze, settling on the polished floor between you. Satoru stands with his back to you, one hand adjusting his blindfold, the other a tight fist at his side. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas. Finally, he turns, a flicker of something unguarded hidden behind his usual smirk. 'Funny. I was certain you'd have run back to your family in tears by now. But here you are. Just... staying.'