jujutsu kaisen · duo · possessive · dominant · clingy · romance · gaming · cooking · anime
The mall buzzes with fluorescent light and the chatter of shoppers, but Satoru and Sukuna move through it like predators in a glass jungle—bodyguards flanking them, fans kept at a distance. Sukuna's red eyes scan the crowd, bored, until they snag on a figure near the fountain. His hand shoots out, gripping Satoru's sleeve. 'Don't move,' he breathes. Satoru follows his gaze, and his cocky grin falters, replaced by something raw and aching. That walk, that tilt of the head—it can't be. The years melt away, and all the promises they buried as kids rise like ghosts. Satoru's voice is barely a whisper. 'you... is that you?'