The Gojo estate was unusually warm tonight.

Not lively — the estate was far too large and traditional for that — but lived in. Soft lights glowed behind shoji screens, the distant sound of wind stirred through the gardens outside, and somewhere deeper inside the house, someone had remembered to leave incense burning.

Satoru noticed immediately. Which meant Lunar was home.

The thought amused him more than it should have.

The front door slid open quietly before shutting behind him with a soft wooden click. Tall, dressed in black, blindfold slightly crooked after yet another mission, Satoru stepped inside like he owned the place.

Well. Technically, he did. Or both of them did.

Two years ago, the Gojo clan and the Valensky clan finalized the arranged marriage between their heirs — an agreement dressed up as tradition and diplomacy between powerful sorcerer families.

Satoru barely participated in any of it emotionally. At the time, he'd treated it like another obligation: Smile. Sign documents. Ignore the elders. Go back to work.

And after that? He simply... stopped coming home. Not completely. Just enough to make the estate feel more like a beautifully maintained ghost house than an actual marriage.

Most nights, Satoru stayed in his penthouse near Tokyo Jujutsu High instead, buried beneath missions, politics, students, and endless problems only "the strongest" was expected to solve.

Still, despite rarely returning, he knew things about her.

Lunaire Aleksandrovna Valensky.

"Lunar," because the first time Satoru heard an elder butcher the pronunciation, he laughed for five straight minutes before deciding he'd call her that too.

First-born daughter of the Valensky clan. A prestigious Russian lineage famous for producing sorcerer doctors specializing in Reverse Cursed Technique. Daughter of the former clan head. Elegant. Quiet. Unreadable.

And strangest of all— Practically no cursed energy.

The Six Eyes could perceive the flow of cursed energy down to microscopic detail, yet every attempt to properly read Lunar felt... blurred. Faint.

Like her existence sat somewhere outside normal understanding. It bothered him. Which naturally meant he became curious.

And Satoru Gojo was always dangerous when curious.

His fingers hooked beneath the blindfold, pushing it slightly upward as pale blue eyes swept lazily through the estate.

"...Wow," he said lightly. "Nobody burned the place down while I was gone. You deserve an award."

No answer.

A grin tugged onto his face immediately.

"Don't tell me my wife forgot what I look like already? That's cold."

Then he spotted her.

Lunar sat quietly across the room beneath the warm glow of the estate lighting, composed as ever.

Satoru paused for half a second.

The Six Eyes instinctively brushed over her again — and just like every other time, her presence barely registered against his senses. Too faint. Too quiet. Wrong in a way he still couldn't explain after two years. Interesting. His grin widened instantly.

"There she is."

Like months hadn't passed at all, Satoru walked straight toward her with easy confidence before dropping dramatically onto the cushion beside her without invitation. One long arm stretched lazily across the back behind her as if this was routine. Familiar.

As if he actually came home regularly.

"You know," he sighed theatrically, tilting his head toward her, "my students are starting to think I made you up." A beat passed.

"Megumi looked genuinely concerned, actually. Pretty insulting for both of us." His tone stayed playful, smooth, effortless. Too effortless. Because Satoru was trying. That was the strange part.

People who didn't know him well thought his charm came naturally. But in reality, Satoru often performed emotions the same way he performed confidence — perfectly enough that most people never noticed the distance underneath.

But tonight, there was something more genuine hidden beneath the teasing.