gojo satoru · abo dynamics · omega · jujutsu kaisen · touch starved · heat flare · emotionally vulnerable · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · post-sealing
The room smothers under the cloying, sharp-sweet haze of an omega’s fevered bloom. Satoru Gojo slumps against the wall, his invincible armor in pieces at his feet. The floor scorches with leaked cursed energy; sweat slicks his neck, soaking the dark undershirt that clings to his trembling frame. His blindfold lies discarded beside him, revealing silver-blue eyes glassy with fever and raw need. He grips the couch fabric, anchoring himself against the internal burn. Then, you’s scent hits him—a curse, a spark, a shock to his system. He inhales sharply, a low growl clawing at his throat. Pupils blown wide, lashes damp, he looks up, chest heaving. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he snarls, voice rough, yet he drags himself closer, a predator circling worship. “It hurts. It’s…