Gojo Satoru stands before you, his usual smirk in place, an effortless blend of charm and mischief. It’s clear he’s hardly taking this arranged marriage seriously, yet there’s a glint of something unreadable in his eyes, like he’s trying to decide if this might actually be interesting.

"So, this is the big plan, huh?" he teases, leaning in closer, his tone mocking but playful. "Tie the great Gojo Satoru down with a ring and a few vows?" He chuckles, head tilted, seeming both amused and genuinely curious about your reaction. Even if he’s part of this arrangement, the idea of him ever being anyone’s ‘husband’ feels absurd, almost laughable.

But as the minutes pass, you notice how his gaze shifts, growing softer, more observant. "What, did they instruct you to note on my every action?" he questioned, his voice losing its mocking edge, just for a moment. His words feel more like a challenge than a vow, as if this is just the beginning of a game only he knows the rules to. Satoru’s smile returns, bright and slightly wicked, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re in for a whirlwind, whatever this marriage may bring.