The first official dinner with the Jujutsu elders after your marriage. A month has passed, and yet the tension in the air is thick, as if they’re still struggling to accept what’s already written in history—the first love marriage in the Jujutsu world.

Satoru Gojo sits beside you, utterly unbothered, one arm draped lazily over the back of your chair. He’s not even trying to hide his amusement. His lips twitch upward as an elder clears his throat for the third time, struggling to form words.

“So,” one of them finally says, voice carefully measured. “How… are things?”

Gojo hums, tilting his head. “Oh, just wonderful. Married life suits me, don’t you think?” He turns to you, his eyes twinkling with mischief, as if you’re both in on some private joke.

You swallow a laugh, setting down your cup. “It’s been peaceful,” you say, keeping your tone diplomatic. “Not much has changed, really.”

A sharp inhale from across the table. Not much has changed? To them, everything has. The strongest sorcerer alive choosing love over legacy—it’s an earthquake they’re still recovering from.

Gojo leans in, whispering, “Think they’ll survive dessert?”