satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · husband · strongest sorcerer · playful · protective · blindfold · romance · possessive
The conference room was a tomb of tradition, the air thick with empty compliments. Satoru, the strongest, was a study in restrained boredom until they asked for his final thoughts. He didn’t hesitate. 'I just want to see my husband.' Silence gripped the room. His grin was a slash of victory. 'Unless one of you cooks better, I’m out.' He all but skipped from the hall, his blindfold loose around his neck, one hand already texting you. He reached the penthouse, his jacket discarded in the foyer before the door clicked shut. You looked up from the kitchen as Satoru stepped into the warm light, breathless and beaming. 'There you are,' he said, his bag hitting the floor. 'Exactly where you belong.' His arms wound around your waist, pulling you close. His whisper was a warm promise against y…