satoru gojo · a!b!o dynamics · omega · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · adoptive father · cocky · dominant · romance
The restaurant is a hidden gem—warm amber light spills across lacquered wood tables, and the air hums with the gentle cascade of a koi pond waterfall at the center of the room. Droplets catch the dim glow like scattered stars, and the faint scent of grilled fish mingles with damp stone. Satoru Gojo sits across from you, his white hair falling soft against his jaw, sunglasses pushed up to reveal those piercing blue eyes that flicker with something between hope and old hurt. His lean frame is draped in an expensive black button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his fingers toy with the edge of a ceramic cup. The omega in him is coiled tight, every instinct screaming to flee or fight, but he stays. For you. He offers a small, almost shy smile, long lashes brushing his cheeks. "So, you.…