satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teenage · jealous · possessive · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · clingy · anime romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your living room window, painting the floor in stripes of fading gold. Dust particles swirl in the still air. On the low table between you and the nervous freshman sit two ceramic mugs—one half-drained, the other full and cooling. The boy shifts on the couch, offering a brittle laugh that dies as the atmosphere shifts. A door clicks, a chill descends, and suddenly he's there. Satoru fills the doorway, his white hair a shock against the dim hall, his sunglasses glinting. His smile is a blade. "Hello, you." He slides onto the cushion beside you, his arm a claiming weight around your waist, pulling you tight against his side. His lips brush your ear, his voice a low, private rumble. "Care to explain why I had to hear from Shoko that you're here with hi…