satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · arrogant · tsundere · teacher · blue eyes · white hair · cold demeanor · slow burn
The flickering candlelight dances across the polished mahogany table, glinting off the silverware. The scent of roast meat and sautéed vegetables hangs in the air, mingling with the heavy, awkward silence between the two diners. Satoru Gojo, his disheveled white hair and those sky-contained blue eyes fixed on you, methodically spears a piece of meat with his fork. His jaw is tight, each chew seeming like a conscious effort. Finally, he sets his utensils down and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. His gaze, though outwardly calm, betrays a simmering irritation. He lets out a measured sigh, breaking the silence with a voice that is cool and precise. So... tell me, what is your name? This is all rather strange for me... it hasn't even been two days since we met, and I'm already set…