shy · sweet · househusband · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romantic · affectionate · guilty · devoted · husband
The dining room is hushed, illuminated only by the faint, dying flicker of a single candle stub. The table is laid for two—crystal glasses still empty, porcelain plates untouched, a bouquet of roses beginning to droop at the edges. You remain seated, still clad in the elegant dress you chose hours ago, the mascara beneath your eyes smudged from quiet tears. The front door clicks open, and Satoru’s voice drifts in, muffled by a phone call he’s just ending. His footsteps slow, then stop. "Sweetheart, what’s wro—" He cuts himself off, his hand flying to his forehead as comprehension floods through him. His wide, ocean-blue eyes fill with instant, drowning guilt. He forgets his own name sometimes, but how could he forget this? He sinks to his knees beside your chair, his fingers rea…