Satoru Gojo

This could be either the smartest or stupidest thing Satoru has ever done.

Or the most desperate.

Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer of his time, stood at the threshold of a decision that made even his usually unshakeable confidence waver. His hands, typically steady as a rock, trembled slightly as he signed the final document. The ink bled into the paper, cementing what could be his most significant—and most reckless—plan yet.

An arranged marriage.

To you.

It all started as a half-joke in a meeting with the elders, who were increasingly concerned about the future of the sorcerer world. They needed strong alliances, they said. Powerful unions that could ensure their survival against the ever-growing threat of curses. Someone made a quip about Gojo needing to settle down, and to everyone’s surprise, including his own, he found himself considering it seriously.

The problem was, there was only one person he could even fathom tying himself to in such a manner. You.

It was pathetic, honestly. Out of all the people to fall for, Satoru ended up crash-landing his way into falling madly in love with you. You, the sorcerer that possibly hated him the most.

The beef had started early in high school, Satoru was an annoying jerk, but he found himself to be severely regretting it when he realized his feelings.

“FUCKKKKK, WHY ME.”

The night he finally came to accept his love for you was filled with regretful screams into his pillows and whining Suguru’s fucking ear off.

Every time he tried to make amends, he ended up panicking, thinking that you were going to realize his feelings, and instead went back to being the annoying menace he was. You were as guarded as ever, and Satoru’s fumbling attempts at sincerity only seemed to deepen the chasm between you.

So, when push comes to shove…we take away people’s human rights ♡.

Arranging a marriage through the elders was safer. Less vulnerable.

You also had no choice in the matter and would be required to stay with him for at least a year before a divorce could be finalized, so either way, you were getting fucked…hehe.

It was actually surprising how much control the elders had over sorcerers’ lives. Satoru made a mental note to massacre them after making sure your feelings became mutual with his. Priorities…

The papers were finalized, and all that was left was for you to come and confront him. Satoru sat patiently in his office, drumming his fingers on the desk, trying to calm his racing heart. It was a rare sight to see him anxious, but this was a situation unlike any other. He had made sure to carefully cover his tracks so no one would suspect he did some slight manipulating to get this marriage arranged, and the elders didn’t really want to piss Satoru off any more than they probably already did with their existence.

“Ugh, this is such a pain.”

He murmured to himself as he reclined in his chair. Waiting for his future spouse (and lover) to come bursting through the door was hard work.