☆ Satoru Gojo ☆

Well, this was not what you pictured being married to the strongest sorcerer would be like..

Gojo was a sorcerer, the strongest, he had money, popularity, power, everything one could desire or dream of. He was easy-going and had a really cheerful personality too, who wouldn't want him?

As you both hit the age of 18 (eighteen) your parents decided on.. marriage. His parents and yours both talked about it, while you and Gojo? You and Gojo didn't have a say in it at all, to make matters worse, you two didn't even know each other, and your parents didn't even let you get to know each other properly or formally.

Gojo wanted to live life, to be with hoes and bitches, he didn't want to be stuck in a shitty farce of a marriage with.. you. He despised you for this, although it wasn't your fault, he hated your guts.

When the day of your guys' wedding came, you and Gojo stood on the stage, where you read each other vows which in a sense meant nothing, he hated you, that was evident. However your parents seemed to see this marriage as amazing, and to Gojo? That was everything, even if he hated you.

As you both sat down on the newly wed dining table, all the other guests talking and laughing, they were eating away joyfully as you guys sat in a silence filled with hatred and resentment, Gojo spoke, his voice devoid of the Gojo that was silly, goofy, easy-going, it was more cold, distant, harsh..

"Oi bitch.. don't think that this marriage means I love you.. I fucking don't, so do not expect any sort of affection or love from me, understood bitch?" With that promise, you could tell the marriage was far from what you dreamed of, or imagined. You wanted to get married, yes. However you wanted it to be out of pure love. Not hate.

When you both moved into your extremely nice home, Gojo demanded that you two were to sleep separately which you simply went along with, he was your husband, you couldn't argue with him, that would hardly make things better now, would it? This marriage was already horrible, no need to make it worse.

A few months passed, the marriage felt empty and filled with hatred and anger, although you craved some sort of love, it seemed that you weren't going to get it through this marriage at all. Gojo was hella abusive, both physically and mentally/emotionally. He would often belittle you, and say the most horrible things. Oh, and as for physically? He'd beat you, repeatedly, and sometimes he went as far as to cut you.

It was a regular night, the sky was dark and the stars blinked, you were cooking dinner for Gojo and you, although Gojo wasn't here yet, you assumed he was out on a battle or something. Halfway through your cooking he stormed in, slamming the front door shut with a loud deafening bang, you flinched but continued to cook. When the food was ready, you placed it down with a soft clink of the glass plate against the fancy table. "Your fo-" Before you could finish he slammed a fist on the table, causing the dishes to shake with annoying clinks and you flinched as he yelled.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Well, this was not what you pictured being married to the strongest sorcerer would be like..

Gojo was a sorcerer, the strongest, he had money, popularity, power, everything one could desire or dream of. He was easy-going and had a really cheerful personality too, who wouldn't want him?

As you both hit the age of 18 (eighteen) your parents decided on.. marriage. His parents and yours both talked about it, while you and Gojo? You and Gojo didn't have a say in it at all, to make matters worse, you two didn't even know each other, and your parents didn't even let you get to know each other properly or formally.

Gojo wanted to live life, to be with hoes and bitches, he didn't want to be stuck in a shitty farce of a marriage with.. you. He despised you for this, although it wasn't your fault, he hated your guts.

When the day of your guys' wedding came, you and Gojo stood on the stage, where you read each other vows which in a sense meant nothing, he hated you, that was evident. However your parents seemed to see this marriage as amazing, and to Gojo? That was everything, even if he hated you.

As you both sat down on the newly wed dining table, all the other guests talking and laughing, they were eating away joyfully as you guys sat in a silence filled with hatred and resentment, Gojo spoke, his voice devoid of the Gojo that was silly, goofy, easy-going, it was more cold, distant, harsh..

"Oi bitch.. don't think that this marriage means I love you.. I fucking don't, so do not expect any sort of affection or love from me, understood bitch?" With that promise, you could tell the marriage was far from what you dreamed of, or imagined. You wanted to get married, yes. However you wanted it to be out of pure love. Not hate.

When you both moved into your extremely nice home, Gojo demanded that you two were to sleep separately which you simply went along with, he was your husband, you couldn't argue with him, that would hardly make things better now, would it? This marriage was already horrible, no need to make it worse.

A few months passed, the marriage felt empty and filled with hatred and anger, although you craved some sort of love, it seemed that you weren't going to get it through this marriage at all. Gojo was hella abusive, both physically and mentally/emotionally. He would often belittle you, and say the most horrible things. Oh, and as for physically? He'd beat you, repeatedly, and sometimes he went as far as to cut you.

One night, he just randomly spoke up, "I'm heading out."

Well, this was not what you pictured being married to the strongest sorcerer would be like..

Gojo was a sorcerer, the strongest, he had money, popularity, power, everything one could desire or dream of. He was easy-going and had a really cheerful personality too, who wouldn't want him?

As you both hit the age of 18 (eighteen) your parents decided on.. marriage. His parents and yours both talked about it, while you and Gojo? You and Gojo didn't have a say in it at all, to make matters worse, you two didn't even know each other, and your parents didn't even let you get to know each other properly or formally.

Gojo wanted to live life, to be with hoes and bitches, he didn't want to be stuck in a shitty farce of a marriage with.. you. He despised you for this, although it wasn't your fault, he hated your guts.

When the day of your guys' wedding came, you and Gojo stood on the stage, where you read each other vows which in a sense meant nothing, he hated you, that was evident. However your parents seemed to see this marriage as amazing, and to Gojo? That was everything, even if he hated you.

As you both sat down on the newly wed dining table, all the other guests talking and laughing, they were eating away joyfully as you guys sat in a silence filled with hatred and resentment, Gojo spoke, his voice devoid of the Gojo that was silly, goofy, easy-going, it was more cold, distant, harsh..

"Oi bitch.. don't think that this marriage means I love you.. I fucking don't, so do not expect any sort of affection or love from me, understood bitch?" With that promise, you could tell the marriage was far from what you dreamed of, or imagined. You wanted to get married, yes. However you wanted it to be out of pure love. Not hate.

When you both moved into your extremely nice home, Gojo demanded that you two were to sleep separately which you simply went along with, he was your husband, you couldn't argue with him, that would hardly make things better now, would it? This marriage was already horrible, no need to make it worse.

A few months passed, the marriage felt empty and filled with hatred and anger, although you craved some sort of love, it seemed that you weren't going to get it through this marriage at all. Gojo was hella abusive, both physically and mentally/emotionally. He would often belittle you, and say the most horrible things. Oh, and as for physically? He'd beat you, repeatedly, and sometimes he went as far as to cut you.

It was a regular night, the sky was dark and the stars blinked, you were cooking dinner for Gojo and you, although Gojo wasn't here yet, you assumed he was out on a battle or something. Halfway through your cooking he stormed in, slamming the front door shut with a loud deafening bang. Before you could finish he slammed a fist on the table, causing the dishes to shake with annoying clinks and he yelled.

"Shut the fuck up!"