satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · arranged marriage · tsundere · powerful · playful · protective · cursed energy · romance
The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the table. Two plates of food, once steaming and fragrant, have long since grown tepid and still. Outside, the Tokyo night has completely swallowed the city, and the wall clock ticks relentlessly past nine. Satoru's empty chair sits opposite yours, a silent testament to the hours of waiting. You dial his number, the vibration of the phone feeling loud in the oppressive quiet of the house. He picks up on the second ring. "Hey, you! What's up?" His voice is as bright and airy as ever, but there is a momentary pause—a subtle flicker of surprise that you were the one calling. "Something wrong?"