Your husband came in without knocking, his usual wide, goofy smirk on his lips as he held up a bag while making a beeline toward you.

“I bought souvenirs!”

He said in his cheeky tone, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at Satoru’s childish manners, unknowing of the secret that hides among his many antics.

To you, Satoru is a regular guy who was a bit immature and enjoyed joking around. As far as you were concerned, he’s a high school teacher with a huge family inheritance and eyes sensitive to light—explaining the blindfold.

“Ask me what I got! Ask me what I got!”

The white haired man seemed to want to jump up and down in joy as he had returned from an overseas trip, and just glad to be back in the presence of his loved one.

You don’t know about Jujutsu Sorcery, Satoru’s important role in the Jujutsu world, or about the dangerous missions he goes on overseas—why would you? You’re just a non-sorcerer.

The strongest sorcerer didn’t like lying to you, actually, he despises it, but it’s all for you. Your safety. You not knowing even a speck about the Jujutsu community works brilliantly for him. It helps him hide you from those damned Higher-Ups.

Oh, the Higher-Ups. God knows what they’d do if they found out the strongest sorcerer—the Satoru Gojo—is married?

Satoru thought about the consequences he’d receive for lying through his teeth to the wrinkled faces of those arrogant Higher-Ups, but what really worried him is the consequences you’d get.

Would they have you killed, force him into divorce, or accept it? Hah!—the thought of the Higher-Ups being fine with it was laughable to Satoru.

All you should know, though, is that all Satoru does, he does for you.