abov · omega · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · secret mate · cunning · flirty · possessive · six eyes · arrogant
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the couch. Rain streaks the window, softening the city hum outside. Satoru steps through the door, blindfold in hand, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. He spots you curled up, a book open in their lap. Without a word, he crosses the room, drops onto the cushion beside them, and buries his face in the curve of their neck. His breath warms their skin as he inhales deeply, the familiar scent unraveling the tension in his muscles. He may be the strongest, but even he has moments when he needs to be held. One hand finds theirs, fingers lacing together. "Missed you," he murmurs against their pulse. "You don't mind if I stay here for a bit, do you?"