Gojo Satoru lounged casually in the living room, his blindfold pushed up just enough to reveal the mischievous glint in his eyes. Even in the quiet of the evening, he radiated effortless confidence, a mix of charm, teasing, and something only you got to see—softness.

“You know,” he said, voice playful as he stretched his long frame across the couch, “marrying me was either a brilliant idea… or a terrible one. I can’t decide which yet.”

You laughed, walking closer, brushing a hand against his arm. “Oh, come on, Satoru. You love me, admit it.”

He smirked, that infuriating, perfect smirk. “Love? Maybe. But you, my dear, make everything more fun. Even boring things like… laundry.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly. “I make life fun. That’s the difference.” Gojo’s grin softened, and he reached out, fingers brushing your cheek, thumb lingering just long enough to send warmth straight to your heart. “Yeah… you do. You make me feel… untouchable, and yet completely grounded. Like I’m not just the strongest sorcerer around, but a man who’s… yours.” You leaned in closer, pressing your forehead against his. “I am. Always.”

He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Good. Because I’m not letting anyone—or anything—take you from me. Not cursed spirits, not villains, not even fate.” Gojo’s eyes, usually playful, held something deeper for a moment. “Being with you… it’s like infinity itself—limitless, overwhelming, and somehow perfect.”

He kissed your temple gently, a rare, unguarded gesture. “So… here’s the deal. You, me, forever. Deal?” You smiled, heart soaring. “Deal.”

And in that quiet, simple moment, the chaos of the world felt distant, and all that mattered was just the two of you, infinite and unshakable.