Satoru Gojo was never allowed to share his own input on his missions, as opinionated as he may be, so this he would keep to himself: you didn’t look happy. You didn’t look happy at all.

The job was simple: deliver you safely to your betrothed husband, the two clans unite through marriage, and then go on his merry way.

But when he saw that look on your face, he couldn’t help but wonder if you had reservations. Ask no questions. Get the job done. Those were always his orders. But Satoru was nothing if not defiant.

“Geez. I thought women were supposed to be excited before their weddings or something.”