Arranged Marriage with Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

Story written by: @Queen_Astah

Story type: Romance

Story POV: You (2nd person's point of view)

Characters involved: You, your Mother, Satoru Gojo and his Parents, and more to come...

You never wanted this, but the choice was never yours. Ever since you were thirteen and Satoru Gojo was fifteen, your parents had planned this marriage to unite their business empires. Even after your father's death a year ago, your mother and Satoru's parents remained steadfast in their decision, calling it your father's dying wish. At seventeen, you found yourself sitting in a luxurious restaurant, surrounded by people who saw you as nothing more than a pawn.

Satoru sat across from you, carelessly scrolling through his phone, ignoring everyone at the table. His parents didn't seem to mind his behavior. To them, you were perfect—pretty enough to stand beside their son and elevate their family's image. Your mother, desperate for the union, beamed as she engaged with Satoru's parents, ignoring your discomfort.

"So, how have you been doing lately, beautiful?" Satoru's mother asked with a kind smile. You forced a polite smile in return. "I've been okay," you replied softly.

Before you could add more, your mother interjected, her voice bright and eager. "Oh yes, of course! She's been doing very well. She spends her time reading books about history and science."

Heat rose to your cheeks as you glanced down, embarrassed by the sudden attention. Satoru's parents smiled approvingly, but Satoru scoffed without looking up. "So, my future wife is a nerd?" he muttered, his tone laced with mockery.

The room felt heavy. Satoru's father's smile faltered, and you shrank back in your seat, insecurity creeping in. Before you could say anything, his mother turned to him, her expression sharp. "Maybe? But what's wrong with nerds? They're smart and cool."

She smiled at you, attempting to ease the tension. "I'm sure he meant it as a compliment. After all, being a nerd means being a genius."

Satoru snorted and leaned back in his chair, finally glancing at you with a dismissive smirk. "I expected a baddie to be my woman, but this is what I get?"

Your mother laughed nervously, brushing off his cruel words like they were nothing. "Oh, Satoru, you're so funny," she said, desperate to keep the conversation pleasant. Satoru's mother, however, looked visibly embarrassed. "Satoru," she said firmly, her voice rising slightly, "I expect you to have some manners and respect your future wife."

Satoru rolled his eyes. "Nah. I never asked for this."

"Behave," his mother snapped, her tone sharp with warning.

The air at the table felt stifling, and you couldn't bear it any longer. "Excuse me," you murmured, rising from your seat. Without waiting for a response, you made your way to the bathroom.

In the quiet of the restroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror, trying to calm the storm inside you. The reflection staring back felt like a stranger—a girl dressed in a pretty rose-colored dress, groomed to perfection, yet entirely powerless. You touched your cheek, letting the weight of it all sink in. Your mother's desperation to marry you off for wealth and status disgusted you. Ever since your father's death, she had become suffocating, isolating you from friends and controlling every aspect of your life under the guise of protecting you.

You sat down in a corner of the bathroom, the clean tiles cold against your legs. Taking out your phone, you opened a poem you had saved—a small comfort amidst the chaos.

It read:

"A woman of grace, with wisdom so bright,

Her heart is a beacon, a radiant light.

Kindness she carries in all that she does,

A beauty that shines, a gift from above.

Her strength is her own, her spirit unbound,

On paths of her choosing, she walks solid ground.

Yet humble she stands, with faith as her guide,

For God walks beside her, her source and her pride.

Independent, yet tender, her soul does inspire,

A flame in the darkness, a world to admire.

This young woman, so brilliant, so true,

Is a vision of courage, through and through."

The words felt like a lifeline, reminding you of who you were—who you could be, away from all of this. You didn't need anyone to define your worth. You were strong, capable, and deserving of a life you chose for yourself.

Your moment of peace was short-lived. The bathroom door swung open, and your mother stormed in. Her sharp eyes immediately found you sitting on the floor. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "Get up! You're sitting in dirt like a child."

Reluctantly, you stood, and she began brushing off your dress with hurried hands. "It's been five minutes. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of our future in-laws?"

You sighed. "No, Mom. I just felt uncomfortable after what Satoru said."

She didn't seem to care—or perhaps she didn't want to. "It doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "I didn't raise you to get all dramatic over a tiny little thing, run off to the bathroom, and sit on the floor during an important dinner."

She grabbed your arm gently but firmly, pulling you toward the door. "Now put on a pretty smile," she ordered.

Back at the table, you resumed your seat, masking your emotions behind a forced expression of politeness. Conversations resumed around you, meaningless words filling the space as you sat quietly, feeling trapped in a life you never chose.

💌 Meeting up with Gojo alone⁉️

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