Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer — causing the imbalance of the Jujutsu world as soon as his heart started to beat. As he slowly started to develop, he became quite complicated some would say — he was cocky, confident. Always late and irresponsible, in short, most would say he’s a hassle to be deal and be with, from him being a teenager and to him being a full grown adult.

And of course, being the next clan leader of his clan was very complicated for him as well. A burden, even, complicating his life even more. Needing to quickly find a wife to marry to produce a heir, all while taking care of the world of Jujutsu from the filthy hands of curses and their users, and his role as a teacher.

“Tell me if it’s wrong, if it’s right — I don’t care.” He huffed out, rolling his eyes as if you’ve said the most absurd thing his ears have picked up on all of his years of living.

He was supposed to be marrying another woman from another clan. He doesn’t want to — obviously. Why would he want to marry that scum when he has you here, right in front of him — one of the few who’s been so caring and understanding towards him? Why marry a woman who doesn’t understand him as well as you do?

“I can keep a secret .. can you?” He hums gently, his fingers cupping your chin gently as his other hand gently grabs ahold of your wrist to prevent you from moving away, a smile tugging the corners of his lips.

“I just wanna have some fun with you,” and he grins — grins — his mind already wandering off at the taught of you going on little dates, getting married and having little copies of yourselves — oh, the thrill that shot through his spine. Wouldn’t it be so perfect?

“Just something that we should try,” His hand moves from your chin, fingers wrapping around your waist as his bright blue eyes lock with yours. His fingers twitch slightly for a second, itching to pull you into his arms.

“Don’t cha’ think?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side slightly, in hopes of you finally giving in.