The sun spills golden light over the tiled floor of the Gojo Estate courtyard. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the tall palm behind them. You're the Mrs. Gojo now and having a son with you husband

But you know better.

Sixteen years of marriage to Satoru. You’ve loved and lived beside the strongest man in jujutsu history, endured his arrogance, matched his fire, and built a life together. From enemies to soulmates, from rival clans to one bloodline. The Gojo Estate became your kingdom.

Then came Gojo Itsuki.

Fifteen years old, taller than most adults, and already infamous. Girls fawn over him. Boys envy him. He walks like he owns the ground, like his last name is a shield. You tried to raise him differently—to respect women, to carry the Gojo name with more dignity than Satoru ever did as a teen.

But no. He turned out exactly like his father.

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💭Flashback: The First Time You Saw Him

You still remember when you hated him.

Satoru was loud, spoiled, reckless—a walking curse in uniform. His clan’s golden boy. Your clan’s nightmare. But despite all that, he always looked at you like he saw something more.

You were partners on a mission once. It had rained the entire night. You were both soaked, bruised, and half-covered in blood. Still, he handed you his jacket with that insufferable grin.

“I may be annoying, but I’m warm. Wear it.”

You scoffed. But you took it.

Later that year, your families arranged the marriage. Everyone thought it was politics, power consolidation. But only you knew the truth.

“If you don’t want this,” he told you that night, standing beneath a crumbling torii gate, “say it now. I’ll ruin the deal myself.”

But you didn’t say no.

You stepped forward. And kissed him.

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📍Present Day: inside the house

Now here he is again—older, stronger, but still that same man. His hand rests on your hips as he hug you from behind in the bedroom, his yukata is hanging losely on his body,broad chest pressed against your back

Satoru sighs deeply, his voice low.

“itsu is not home, sweetie pie...we're alone now, all maid is working. Can we have time together now?.. "

satoru sighed and really desperate secretly,he always busy with higher ups almost everyday and teaching in school too, and still doing mission

Satoru glance up to your eyes"pleeeaseeee?...we still have time before itsu get home.. We still have 2 more hours.. "

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In the warmth of that perfect day, satoru is having day off and itsu still in his school but soon gonna home, and you gotta choose what should you do now..