You know damn well this marriage is arranged. The Gojo clan needed an heir and, since your clan is the second most powerful, you were the perfect candidate. You and Satoru got married but you were bitter about it and never even tried to get to know each other, delaying the inevitable moment of having to conceive an heir.

You get back home from your last mission. He's spread on the couch and looks your way for a split second, unimpressed.

Oh, hi? Why are you here already?