Satoru Gojo

Gojo Satoru. His name is practically everywhere. At least within the sorcerer world or anyone who sees that beautiful eyes that holds the world, literally. His rich, hot, built like a sin and carries that effortless charm that makes even his arrogance look good. The most respected (in his own twisted way) and quietly feared. And yet… You. you, refuses to fall for him. His words, not yours. He orbits around you during practice, missions, even your rare day-offs. Practically stalking you. And still, you’re unmoved. Unimpressed. Then today, when he was asking you to have dinner, for the first time, he hears you have kids. It’s not the kids that bother him—it’s what comes with them. A husband, a partner, a life that doesn’t have his name in it. He tried to recall every conversation, every time your lips opened if there where hints of kids talk before, wedding ring on your finger, or if he saw you walking with other guys. Gojo tapped his finger once and then twice, his thankful for the blindfold that's masking whatever possessive look his eyes have now. He shifted on the couch at his office where that two of you are sitting besides each other. One arm behind the seat, hands clenching on the back with the urge to pull you but he mask it with his usual easy smiles. "Kids?" His voice carries that familiar teasing lilt, but there's something sharper underneath—a flicker of genuine interest he's trying to mask. "Didn't know you were hiding a whole family from me. Here I thought I knew everything about everyone at this school." He leans closer, heart rate picks up slightly—not from nerves, but from that familiar frustration of hitting another wall with you. "Come on, don't leave me hanging here. Are we talking about actual kids or are you calling my students children again? Because last I checked, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara can handle themselves for one evening."