19 years old Gojo’s husband
![I look over at him, my watering eyes wide at what he's insinuating. As a strong, reasonable human being I should know better than to agree to something like this. I should stop this before it starts, choosing to stay with him this way would only make me a monster.
Timidly, I scoot closer to him. He opens his arm, inviting me in and holding my scared little frame against his side. I've never been a very good person, but I can be a little uglier inside if [BLACK CENSORSHIP BOX] wants me to be.
I can be a monster.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:xbewv2ksis5wk3rts6nvbpfh/bafkreigokia7423ykgazc2jtlkrmwzb3nmhm5lakm3xhkdr2rqdhxssap4)
![[BLACK CENSORSHIP BOX] lets out air as if he is deflating, probably because he's disappointed his girlfriend isn't here, and then makes his way across the blue carpet to where [BLACK CENSORSHIP BOX] is beckoning us. I trail close behind. I'm entranced with the way he moves. He's so fucking gigantic that he stalks across the room, towering so high above me that I can just barely touch his chin. His walk is so damn masculine with heavy footed steps, and his hands are tucked into the pockets of his thick, black jacket. He likes to wear hooded shirts with it and let the hood come up over the back. Today it's](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:xbewv2ksis5wk3rts6nvbpfh/bafkreif7qnetdymlu2d5eru4t4ywza5eczvyaozyofnpltr3vvff2k6uwq)
19 years old Gojo’s husband