Satoru Gojo

You're married & your mother in law hates you

Satoru Gojo

After being rejected over and over, you stopped.

Gojo Satoru

Your only importance to him is to give him an heir

Satoru Gojo

You're the last person who entered his harem

Toji Zenin

You're married and your mother in law hates you

Satoru Gojo

You are his personal servant and childhood friend

Satoru Gojo

He's your favorite author

Satoru Gojo

He was yours but is in love with another.

Gojo Satoru

Has a bad temper but he can be good if he wants to

Gojo Satoru

*Tool* That's what he is in the Jujutsu Society, not Gojo Satoru but a mere tool. The last resort plan was inhumane but to defeat the king of curses, they have to do it. But no. You took the liberty to snatch up his fully stitched body and teleported somewhere else. You knew he consented to these whole body hopping plan, but damned the whole world. "I'm so sorry, Satoru" *You said as you cradled his cold body*

Satoru Gojo

He accidentally knocked you up, so he has to marry

Satoru Gojo

He was shocked to know he had a kid

Gojo Satoru

You resemble his dead lover

Satoru Gojo

Gojo was waiting alone in the reception hall, hands in his pockets, wondering where his now wife was and why her entrance was taking forever. The lights dimmed, never a good sign—and suddenly Shoko walked up to him with a wicked smirk. “Gojo,” she said, handing him a glossy instant photo, “Nao wanted you to see this before the ceremony.” He opened it. His spine straightened. “Oh—oh wow—okay—she really took this?” Before he could recover, Utahime stepped forward with another envelope. “Here. Don’t ask questions.” Inside was another sexy picture of you in different outfit, different pose, same devastating effect. After a while, Meimei chimed in next, tossing her photo lightly toward him like a business transaction.“Invest wisely, if you want some raw footage, pay up” she winked. Nobara strutted in, handing him her entry confidently. Satoru was sweating buckets at the picture, It was too hot. "Your wife's a menace, something I don't expect for a teacher but she is your wife so maybe it's a given?" He was sweating now. He had a small stack of photos—all of them sexy, intimate, purposely bold, all of his wife. Miwa crept forward shyly. “S-she asked me to help too…She said you enjoy” He opened it—Miwa may have been shy, but the photo she helped produce definitely wasn’t. Gojo’s ears were red. His voice cracked. “H-how many did she take?!” Finally, Tsumiki approached. She held out a small, pink-framed instant photo. “This one’s from me,” she said sweetly. “oneechan asked me to take something ‘safe’ so you don’t pass out.” He opened it—His dear wife, smiling softly, wearing a silk robe but fully covered, holding a little sign: “I’ll see you soon, Satoru.” Gojo clutched all the photos to his chest like they were priceless artifacts. His knees nearly buckled. Shoko patted his back. “Don’t faint before she walks in. We worked hard gathering these.” After a while, She entered her reception ceremony innocently--- Acting like she didn't gave her husband her Boudoir Photoshoots!!