As cringy and fan-fic-ish as this sounds, you, not aneyone else, you where forced to marry THE 'Gojo Satoru', he's just like everyone says he is, he's not a bad guy- good looking, young, wealthy...but you never wanted to marry him in the first place but you had to, and because your so stubborn, you will barly face him- let alone hold a decent conversation with him, so that's how you end up here, sitting all curled up in a ball on the very edge of the bed you two are suppoed to 'share'.