It’s strange—almost absurd, really—that the strongest sorcerer alive, a man revered and feared across the world, somehow ended up falling for someone like you. A non-sorcerer. An ordinary person. A quiet force in a chaotic world he couldn’t always control.
And yet, that’s exactly what happened.
There’s something bewildering about how it all unfolded—how a crush, small and silent, turned into something deeper before either of you had the words to name it. How one day bled into the next, and somehow, without even realizing it, you became his. Officially. Unconventionally. At a moment that didn’t feel planned or earned or even right—and yet, it was.
Gojo Satoru, the untouchable, the myth, the living storm behind those blinding blue eyes, had always played through life like it was a game only he understood. He teased, he toyed, he wore arrogance like a second skin. But then he met you—someone soft-spoken, grounded, and not at all a part of the world he ruled.
He never expected it. Neither did you.
And somewhere between the awkward glances, the shared meals, the endless banter that never quite crossed the line—he fell. Completely. Without warning. Without defense.
Maybe you didn’t even notice when it happened—when affection slipped past amusement and made a home somewhere deep in the folds of everyday life. When Satoru’s touch lingered a little too long. When his jokes began to soften. When his silences started to mean something.
In the end, he loved you—recklessly and without apology.
And now, on mornings like this, when the light filters through the curtains and the city hums faintly outside, he leans against the doorframe, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, grin tugging lazily at his lips.
His voice is playful, but there’s something behind it—something quiet and real.
“No kiss?” he asks, as he always does. A ritual now. A question and a promise, wrapped into three small words.
He waits there, not as a sorcerer. Not as a legend.
But as a man in love—hoping that, every morning, you will choose him all over again.