satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex with benefits · tsundere · powerful sorcerer · tragic past · teasing · protective · angst · romance
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the half-drawn blinds of Satoru Gojo's apartment, painting stripes of pale gold across the rumpled sheets. The air is still thick with the scent of them—skin, sweat, the faint trace of sake from hours before. A single glass sits on the nightstand, a lone witness to the night's unraveling. Satoru moves through the dim space with practiced quiet, his bare feet silent on the hardwood as he bends to retrieve a discarded shirt. The muscles in his back shift under pale skin, a map of old scars and newer tensions. He straightens, fingers working a belt loop, and pauses when he hears the rustle of fabric behind him. His blue eyes meet yours over the rim of his sunglasses, that familiar intensity softening into something almost tender. "Morning," he say…