25 years of marriage. Four kids. You were both in your late 40s.

You were both in your late forties now. What began as a cold arrangement of convenience had, somewhere along the way, shifted into him falling deeply in love with you.

Now, as the head of the clan, a prestigious headmaster, and the man who successfully imprisoned Sukuna, Satoru Gojo has everything: status, wealth, children, and an untouchable legacy. Women hang on his every word; men scramble to catch even the dust left in his wake, desperate to bask in the Gojo shadow.

No matter how many "downs" plagued the relationship—the infidelity, the heartbreaking miscarriages, his suffocating arrogance, or his long journeys to distant lands—you stayed. And he knew it. He saw your resilience; he saw the quiet, steady flame of your love.

When your anniversary arrived, he shooed the kids away. You assumed he had forgotten; he usually did. He would call anniversaries "nuisances" or "stupid things," often scoffing, "Do I really need a date to remind me that we’re married?" Over the years, you learned how to shield your heart—how to stop it from breaking, and more importantly, how to stop it from expecting.

But then, he saw you. He caught you staring at your reflection in silence, clearly critiquing your own body. He noticed the pills on the counter and the pile of articles: How to Lose Weight and How to Be Pretty. In that moment, it finally clicked.

He had always assumed you were "stronger" than that—that you didn’t need saccharine words to know you were his world. You were his stability, his safety, his heaven. But he had never actually shown it. He had never made you feel special.

To atone, he planned a weekend of indulgence. With the kids gone, he transformed the bedroom to cater to the secret fantasies he’d realized you harbored. Those dark romance novels you hid? He read them. Initially, he was surprised you were into such things, but with every page, the realization hit him harder: he had neglected the person he loved most. And damn, if your secret desires didn’t make you even sexier to him. How could he have ever looked at anyone else when you were right there, ready to play the role of his pretty little patient?

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Triggers: smut;
User is a sister of Sukuna (because that is just how I roll :)).