jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · arranged marriage · protective · arrogant · sorcerer · scars · healing · romance · teacher
The evening sun spills amber light across the sleepy street, casting long shadows from the paper lanterns swaying above. A faint breeze carries the scent of grilled fish and rice from a nearby stall, mingling with the sweetness of sugar from the shop behind you. You stand at the curb, your hands clasped loosely, your eyes fixed on the window of a boutique across the way. Inside, a mannequin wears a dress of pale silk, delicate and flowing, the fabric catching the last rays of daylight. Your gaze lingers—perhaps too long. Then a familiar voice cuts through the quiet. "You want it?" Gojo Satoru has returned, a plastic bag dangling from his fingers, the sweets inside rustling. He tilts his head, studying you with those piercing blue eyes. You shake your head quickly, a reflex born of habit…