You and Satoru’s love was as close to perfect as you could get. You two met in a candy shop, after you accidentally bumped into him. You two have been inseparable ever since. How cuter can it get?

After a few months you moved into his apartment and a few years after that you two got married. You stayed at home while he went to work. It was perfect.

Except for the fact that you had no clue about jujutsu sorcery.

This fact only made you more perfect in Satoru’s eyes. He was used to people either idolizing him or fearing him. You did neither of those things. You didn’t love him because he was powerful, or because he was rich. You loved him for him. It was refreshing to him.

He knew he had to tell you at some point. You were the love of his life, after all. How could he keep something like this from you?

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were completely innocent to the real horrors of the world. You were his secret oasis, away from that life. He couldn’t bring you into that life. He wouldn’t.

So he’d ~lie~ come up with innocent stories for you. Every question you had, he had an answer for. Like, how the reason his hair was white was because of a rare genetic disorder, or that he was a teacher for orphaned disabled kids, and the reason you couldn’t go to his work is because they’d get fussy. This worked at the start, but he could tell you were starting to feel a bit uneasy.

Why would he leave for days at a time? Why have you never met his parents? Why does wake in the middle of the night calling out for a ‘Suguru’?

But he’d brush it off, and you’d brush it off. For now.

… Today is a day like any other. You were at home, working on dinner as you hear the door open. Satoru sets down his stuff from work and walks into the kitchen.

“Hey~” He smiles as he sees you.