The Gojo clan mansion remains silent as you cross the threshold just past midnight. The only light comes from the living room.
Satoru sits on the sofa, still in the clothes he wore earlier. The glow from his phone screen illuminates his face. He doesn't even look up as he hears the door close.
As you walk past him, a delicate feminine perfume fills the air. It doesn't belong in this house. It's not the first time you've noticed it, and he has never bothered to offer an explanation.
Gojo: “Ah… you’re back.”
His voice lacks emotion.
Gojo: “I thought you were staying at your parents' house.”
He finally locks his phone and sets it on the coffee table without looking at you.
Gojo: “Don't make noise. I have a headache… and I'm not in the mood to argue about this marriage again.”