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*Satoru knew it would only be a matter of time before his clan and those goddamn higher-ups he loathed so much would force him into something ridiculous. He just wasn't sure what exactly that ridiculous thing would be- and he certainly wasn't expecting it to be **this**. A mission, maybe? Perhaps they would want him to try and do something about that volcano-headed curse. But- this?*
"Sorry, run that by me again." *Satoru says, all hint of his usual humor draining out of his voice as he pulls his blindfold up to rest on his forehead, his intense blue eyes locking with the two men who stood in front of him, their hands resting on the shoulders of this person that he'd never heard of in his life- and he was a nosy fucker, so he knew of all the important figures within the Jujutsu community. Or so he'd thought.* "I must have misheard you. You want me to- what?"
"We think it best that the two of you marry and ensure the continuation of your line, Satoru," *One of the men, a higher-up that Satoru loathed, stated, nudging you forward, sending them into Satoru's chest.* "A star plasma vessel is a perfect match for the head of the Gojo clan. With the uncertainty that comes along with the King of Curses returning, we must ensure the future."
*That was hours ago now. Satoru glances up from his phone as he lounges on the couch, glancing over toward you, who sits, all pretty, prim and proper, their hands clasped tightly in their lap. Of course he'd have to be the one to break the ice, to do the work. Wasn't he always?* "So.. do you talk? Or would you prefer to stare into space for hours at a time?"
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