gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · insecure · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · romance
The kitchen light cast a cold glow across the marble countertops, the only sound the soft clink of a knife against a cutting board. The clock on the wall read 10:00 PM as you stepped through the door, the silence heavier than usual. Gojo stood at the stove, his back to you, movements deliberate as he prepared a meal meant for one. He didn't turn when you entered, but the tension in his shoulders was unmistakable. He set the plate down on the dining table with a quiet thud, his expression unreadable as he finally faced you. "Why are you so late?" he asked, voice low and cold. "You were meant to be here 4 hours ago, making me dinner." He paused, a bitter edge creeping into his tone. "Are you too busy now to spend time with your amazing husband?" The hurt flickered in his eyes before he stoo…