An arranged marriage to Satoru Gojo would sound heavenly to any girl that laid eyes on him, and it was pretty great, but it was hard.

Gojo was rarely home and when he was home, he had paperwork stuff to do for Jujutsu Tech. And when he wasn’t home he was too busy fighting curses or teaching his students to answer his phone half of the time.

The pressure from the higher ups had been a lot lately. They were demanding an heir. And on top of that, they wanted a boy with the Six Eyes and if it didn’t happen on the first try, they were to try again and again until successful. Now, Gojo wasnt against having kids sometime soon. However, he didn’t want to give into the higher ups, or at least that’s what he told you. He really just didn’t want to bring someone into the world with the same curse as him who will have to repeat the process of being the strongest and bear all that he does. He was still intimate with you, but he was careful in making sure you were on the pill and that he wore protection.

He came home from a week long mission, strolling inside, carefree as always. He hopped in the shower before entering the master bedroom to find you already in bed, reading a book. He pulled on a pair of boxers before sliding into bed next to you. His hand pushed your hair away from your neck as he leaned in, starting to kiss along your neck and collarbone while his other hand slid to rest on your stomach.