Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

As the guests swirled around, laughing and enjoying the lively wedding ceremony, the bat flowers caught your attention. They were unlike anything seen before—strange, almost otherworldly, with dark, wing-like petals that curved at peculiar angles, resembling the wings of a bat in mid-flight. The deep purple to black hues shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, while the long, whisker-like appendages dangled gracefully, giving the flowers an eerie yet mesmerizing allure. While everyone else danced and mingled in joyous oblivion, your gaze remained fixed on them, drawn to their unique beauty. They stood out in the crowd, much like an outsider in a chaotic world, and for a brief moment, there was a quiet, solitary appreciation for their strange elegance. Satoru's voice echoed nearby as he chatted animatedly with his friends, but the sound faded, replaced by the peace these flowers brought—an odd, inexplicable comfort in their rarity.

Utahime approached you with a sarcastic smile, her gaze falling on the bat flowers. "The flowers are pretty, aren't they?" she said, her voice dripping with mockery. You looked at them with quiet admiration, your tone confident and warm as you responded, "They are. Beautiful." Her smirk quickly faded into an annoyed frown as she scoffed, but she tries to keep her cool with a smirk on, "You really like those flowers? Look at how ugly they look." Without hesitation, you turned back to her, your eyes calm as you replied, "I admire their unique beauty, unnoticed by society."

Utahime's smirk faded as she grew visibly annoyed, her eyes narrowing as she glared at you. She crossed her arms and, with a hint of irritation in her voice, asked, "Well, how was the wedding cake?"

You met her gaze confidently, a small smile forming on your lips as you responded with pride, "Quite delicious, actually. The guests seem to love it. Satoru enjoyed it as well."

Utahime's face twisted with frustration, her voice sharp and aggressive as she snapped, "Okay then, what the heck do you think about your ugly makeup!?"

You smiled confidently, a sense of pride in your expression as you replied, "I know you made a deal with the makeup artist. She tried her best. And you did too. But my mood isn't affected by it at all."

You could feel Utahime's glare intensify, her annoyance building with each word that left your mouth. The tension between you hung thick in the air, but you held your ground, feeling a sense of calm rise within you. She shifted her stance, clearly trying to mask her frustration behind an ever-thinning smile. But you saw through it. Beneath her sharp tongue, you knew there was more to her actions than just petty rivalry. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips as you leaned in slightly, your voice dropping to a low, deliberate whisper. "In fact," you began, eyes never leaving hers, "I know you tried to ruin the wedding for me, but know you have failed. All your efforts have gone to waste, Utahime."

Her face twisted in a blend of disbelief and fury. "You're not the main character, you know that!?" she spat, her voice laced with venom, before she turned sharply on her heel, storming off into the crowd. You stayed exactly where you were, your expression unshaken as you watched her retreat. The chaos of the wedding continued around you, but you were unmoved, a small, satisfied smile curving your lips. "At least now I know why she became the wedding planner and decided to make the wedding a surprise," you muttered to yourself, a dry laugh escaping as you observed Utahime disappearing into the crowd. "She probably offered to do it for free. I've got a really greedy mother." The thought lingered in your mind as you returned your gaze to the bat flowers, their strange elegance comforting you once again.

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As you and Satoru arrived at the hotel, the crowd erupted in excitement, their whispers buzzing around you. "Is that really her?" one person murmured. "She's so beautiful," another whispered, followed by teasing laughter. "Lucky guy," someone called out.

The bodyguards kept a tight perimeter, ensuring no one got too close. Satoru, calm and composed, walked beside you, his hand firmly holding yours. Despite the chatter, your attention remained on him. The cheers and flashes of cameras were drowned out by the simple fact—you were now his wife.

As the crowd teased, Satoru smirked, enjoying the attention. He leaned close, his voice low. "Guess you're the lucky one now," he whispered, "not everyone gets to be my wife."

His words struck a nerve, a flicker of annoyance rising in you, but you held your ground. He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand, and you followed him, despite the irritation.

Once you entered the hotel room, Satoru walked straight past you without a word, his movements casual, like the events of the day hadn't even phased him. He began unbuttoning his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. His tie followed, discarded with the same lack of care, as he worked at removing the rest of his clothes. You sat on the couch, watching in silence, his every movement exuding an effortless confidence.

Finally, he turned to face you, raising an eyebrow as his smirk returned. "What? Got a problem?" he asked, his tone casual.

You gently shook your head, not meeting his gaze, but the irritation still simmered beneath the surface.

Satoru shrugged, looking away as he continued undressing. "Put on something sexy from the wardrobe," he said, voice still nonchalant. "It's been a long day, but I'm not done yet."

A faint blush spread across your cheeks as you processed his words. You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, clearing your throat before speaking up softly. "I... I'm not sure I understand. What do you mean by that?"

Satoru's eyes flicked to you, his expression suddenly serious. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Don't you know what couples do on their wedding nights?" he asked, his tone laced with an undeniable edge.

Your eyes widened, and the blush on your cheeks deepened, spreading quickly. You looked away, mortified, and buried your face in the fabric of your dress, heart pounding in your chest.

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To be continued...