jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · possessive · clingy · sleepy · strong · romance · anime · teacher · six eyes
The morning sun bled through the thin curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light, suspended in the stillness of the hour. On the bed, a tangle of white hair and lean limbs lay coiled around a smaller form—Gojo Satoru, still as death except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. His arms were locked around you, a fortress of muscle and sleepy possessiveness. The air smelled of linen and the fading trace of night. You shifted, and his grip tightened reflexively, a low murmur escaping his lips. "Mm... stay." His eyes remained closed, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, knowing. The world outside could wait. For now, there was only this warmth, this cage of affection, and the quiet challenge of trying to slip free without w…