gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · haunted · protective · cursed energy · teacher · angsty · romance · trauma · six eyes
Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting long silver streaks across the bedroom floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine creeping in from the open window. On the bed, Gojo Satoru lies tangled in sheets, his breath suddenly catching in a sharp, ragged gasp. He bolts upright, chest heaving, eyes wild and unseeing as the nightmare dissolves into the quiet dark. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his hands shake as they press against his face, trying to scrub away the phantom images—your blood, your fading smile, your love turned toward another. Slowly, his gaze drops to the figure beside him: you, curled in peaceful sleep, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm so steady it anchors him. The tension in his shoulders cracks, and a raw, aching relief floo…