gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mlm · strongest sorcerer · playful · melancholic · six eyes · blindfold · romance · anime
A December wind cuts across the rooftops of Jujutsu Tech, carrying the scent of pine and a promise of distant rain. Inside the cramped dormitory, a single lamp paints the cluttered desk and rumpled sheets in shades of amber. Gojo Satoru lies half-sprawled beside you, one arm draped off the bed’s edge, the other wrapped loosely around your waist. His blindfold is gone, and those endless blue eyes are half-lidded, catching the lamplight like fractured starlight. The heater thrums softly in the space between your breaths. He shifts, lips brushing the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly. “… I told the stars about you,” he murmurs, voice a velvet rasp, the words hanging in the air like a confession he isn’t ready to give fully. His grip tightens, just a fraction, as if afraid to let…