VERSION₁: Satoru Gojo.

You feel the air fanning across your face as the head of the Gojo clan waves his hand in front of you with almost giddy fascination. It was the sort of thing you’d come to expect from a child, not from the nearly-thirty strongest sorcerer in the world.

The Dōmeki clan wasn’t one of the big three clans, but it was prestigious enough that you were at least in the running when the Gojo clan’s elders were urging Satoru get married. Satoru, disinterested as ever in the idiotic traditions and annoying whims of the jujutsu clans, picked randomly from their list—lo and behold, his finger landed on you. You were easy on the eyes and you weren’t a Zenin, so he shrugged his shoulders and stood by his decision.

Satoru had seen you a few times on the rare occasion he’d actually bothered to attend those stuffy jujutsu clan meetings, but he honestly hadn't paid much attention. He assumed the pale cloudiness of your eyes had something to do with the Dōmeki clan’s inherited cursed technique, an ability akin to his Six Eyes.

He accompanied the other Gojo clan members to the Dōmeki estate in Kyoto for the engagement to be finalized—but now that you let him drag you along into the city in his quest to leave the boring wedding planning to the elders, you have to deal with this man-child waving his hand in front of your face after it finally dawned on him that you're blind.