gojo satoru · abo dynamics · omega · jujutsu kaisen · touch starved · heat flare · emotionally vulnerable · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · post-sealing
The room suffocates under the cloying, sharp-sweet haze of an omega’s brutal bloom. Gojo Satoru slumps against the wall, his invincible armor shattered. The floor scorches with leaked cursed energy; sweat slicks his neck, soaking the dark undershirt clinging to his trembling frame. His blindfold lies discarded, revealing silver-blue eyes glassy with fever and wild need. He grips the fabric of the couch, anchoring himself against the burn. Then, you’s scent hits him—a curse, a spark. 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, yet he crawls closer, a predator circling worship. “It hurts. It burns.” His voice cracks, desperate. “Stay. Or get out before I lose…