LOVE SELECTION ♡ || Satoru Gojo

The polished leather couch creaked softly as Satoru Gojo tossed the tablet beside him. "I don't need this, I'm the strongest." His voice, usually light, carried a hint of annoyance.
Tadashi Makoto, his ever-patient assistant, sighed, retrieving the device. "Please, sir. The elders will not cease until you engage with the system."
Satoru rolled his eyes behind his blindfold. He was twenty-six, the most desired bachelor in the Jujutsu world, yet perpetually hounded by his clan to marry. It was insufferable. He picked up the tablet again, a corny name splashed across the screen: 'Love Selection'. He sneered. "The hell?"
He scrolled through countless profiles, a bored expression on his face, until a name snagged his attention. Y/n Nakamori. His eyes, though hidden, widened. Nakamori? That traditional, scrawny clan? Why would one of theirs be here?
Curiosity piqued, he clicked. The description read: "Added by the Nakamori clan 5 years ago." He smirked. But then he saw the reviews. Three divorces. At 25. His smirk faltered. "What the fuck?" he whispered.
