Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Frustration boiled over as you stormed upstairs, your loud, furious screams echoing through the whole place. "I can't believe this! Everyone is controlling my life and now I'm trapped like a prisoner!" you shouted, each step heavier than the last.

The maids below froze, their eyes widening in shock. One whispered, "Never thought our lady could be like this."

The other leaned closer, her voice low. "Do you think we should… take her to an exorcist?"

Reaching the corridor, you threw your back against the wall with a loud thud, the impact barely easing the anger pulsing through you. For a moment, you stood there, seething, before pushing off the door hard.

Without hesitation, you shoved it open, the door slamming against the wall as you entered.

You grabbed your phone in a blind rage, your grip tightening as your emotions spiraled further out of control. With a furious growl, you hurled it against the wall with all your strength, the sharp crack of impact echoing through the room. The shattered pieces fell to the floor, but the sound did nothing to soothe your anger.

"WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO DESERVE ALL THIS!?" you screamed again, your voice raw and filled with despair.

Your chest heaved as your thoughts shifted to the person responsible for this life you now called prison.

"MOM!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, pacing back and forth, anger fueling every step. You clenched your fists, your thoughts swirling with all the arguments you wanted to hurl at her. How could she force me into this arranged marriage without caring what I wanted?

Your eyes fell to the phone lying on the floor where it had landed. Without thinking, you rushed over to it, your movements sharp and angry. Snatching it up, you held it tightly, determined to call her and let her know exactly how furious you were.

But as you turned the phone over, the cracked screen reflected back at you, a cruel reminder of your outburst from a couple of seconds ago. The realization hit like a punch to the gut—your phone was broken, useless.

A scream tore from your throat, even louder than before, shaking the walls. Downstairs, the maids froze, fear gripping them as they exchanged nervous glances. One dropped a glass, the sound shattering the tense silence.

"What's happening?" one whispered, trembling.

"I don't know," another replied, stepping back, too scared to move toward the stairs. "Turns out she's a witch. Not an angel."

Outside the house, the guards exchanged uneasy glances, sweat glistening on their foreheads as your scream pierced through the air. One cleared his throat nervously.

"Shall we inform the young master about this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The other hesitated, eyes fixed on the house. "Maybe… but let's not."

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Satoru stood outside Utahime's house, his posture upright and gentlemanly. One hand held a bouquet of red roses, the other tucked neatly behind his back. He put on a calm smile, waiting patiently for her to open the door. Inside, Utahime froze at the sound of the doorbell. Her eyes shot to the door, panic rising. She turned to the white-haired guy beside her, whispering urgently, "Hide! Quickly!"

Frantically, Utahime started shoving cakes behind the couch. "What are you doing!? Hide already!" she hissed. The man, looking unimpressed, sighed. "Your house is too small," he muttered, still not moving quickly enough.

Utahime groaned in frustration and threw a plastic plate at him. "Just hide!" she whispered loudly. Outside, Satoru raised an eyebrow at the noise coming from inside. Confused but amused, he rang the bell again, this time with more insistence, still holding the bouquet and smiling politely.

The white-haired guy quickly hid in the bathroom as Utahime straightened herself, her hair a little messy. She forced a smile and opened the door for Satoru.

Satoru noticed her disheveled look but smiled, handing her the bouquet of roses. "For you," he said softly.

Utahime smiled and took the roses. "Thank you, babe. Come in." She stepped aside, letting him in. Satoru's eyes flicked to the messy couch and cake crumbs on the floor, a small suspicion forming. He smiled, looking back at her as she closed the door. "What were you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Satoru stepped inside, and Utahime glanced at him before quickly looking down at the floor by the couch. She put on a forced smile and said, "Nothing. I was just chilling."

Satoru kept his gaze fixed on her, his smile still in place as he observed her for a few seconds. "Took you time to open the door for me, huh?"

Utahime chuckled nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead as she looked down at his shoes. "Yeah..."

He walked to the couch and collapsed onto it, but as he did, he felt something crush behind the pillows. Utahime's eyes widened, and Satoru pulled the pillow away, revealing two wine glasses crushed together with wine spilled all over and two half-eaten cakes.

He glared at her, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Really, Utahime?"

Utahime panicked, her eyes darting. "I can explain!"

Satoru crossed his arms, staring at her. "Then explain."

Utahime quickly blurted, "I was just eating and drinking too much on my own. I hid it when I heard the doorbell because I didn't want anyone to find out I was that crazy."

Satoru shifted on the couch and, as he moved, caught a faint scent lingering on the pillow next to him. He paused, his expression shifting. "Wait a second..." He turned toward the pillow beside him, picking it up and holding it in his hands, bringing it closer to his face. He sniffed it, his eyes narrowing.

His gaze shot to Utahime, now visibly angrier. "Who was here!?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

Utahime's eyes widened in shock, her body shaking slightly as she hesitated. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Actually, it's..."

💌An argument?

To be continued...