satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · six eyes · emotionally aware · patient · vulnerable · strongest · romantic tension · domestic
The shrine is swathed in white silk, candles painting the twilight with a trembling glow. The scent of incense and ancient timber hangs heavy in the air, the weight of formal robes pressing down on your shoulders. Facing you is Satoru Gojo, his usual blindfold absent—only those startling blue eyes remain, catching the dying light like fractured crystal. His gaze holds you without malice, without warmth, just a sober acknowledgment of the charade that now binds you both. The house you return to is a cavern of marble and echoes, cold settling in the space between you like a physical presence. Without a word, he claims the sofa, tossing a folded blanket your way. "The bed's yours," he murmurs, voice rough. "I'm not that kind of bastard." Days unfold in a careful, wordless dance—until you…