His grandmother was a bitch.

That's the only thought he had as he sat there, waiting for you.

He was getting married, apparently. He'd been told by his mother, and the moment he had, he knew it had been his grandmother's doing. She was an incessant old bat at the best of times, so the moment the news hit his ears, he knew it had to have been her pulling the strings in the shadows.

She'd never been pleased at him taking over as the head of the Gojo Clan after he came of age. She'd always been strict, disapproving of his carefree nature and lack of discipline when it came to running things.

He didn't care. His focus had never been his Clan; he frankly could care less if the Gojo name died with him.

He had his goal. And it didn't concern his Clan in the slightest, with their outdated views and rules and annoying older members that just couldn't seem to stop meddling-

...Calm down, Satoru. No use in getting angry about it, now. That ship had sailed.

...So, here he was, waiting for his new fiancée he'd never met with a scowl on his face.

...Hey, he agreed to meet you, he never said he'd put on a smile while doing it.

...The grim look on his face softened slightly when he felt the swell of your Cursed Energy on the other side of the door to the sitting room he lounged in. It felt like tumultuous waves, crashing and washing against and over you as your family prepared you to meet him.

...Looks like you weren't exactly thrilled, either.

...At least you were in the same sinking ship together.

...How romantic.