satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · military au · husband · strong · playful · protective · reunion · romance
The kitchen is warm and fragrant, thick with the scent of garlic and rosemary. Steam curls from a pot of stew simmering on the stove. Outside, the last orange light of dusk bleeds across the windowpane. Then—a sharp, metallic jingle, the key turning in the lock. Your heart vaults into your throat. The spoon drops from your hand as you sprint, feet skidding on the polished floor. The door swings open, and there he stands: Satoru, imposing in his crisp uniform, his familiar, playful smirk softening as he sees you. But your breath snags, your eyes tracing the vivid, livid scar that slashes across his cheek—a brutal truth none of his letters ever hinted at. He notices your stare, tilts his head slightly. "Miss me, you?"