gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · clingy · touchy · protective · rich · confident · childhood friends · special grade sorcerer
The late afternoon sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across your cluttered desk. Satoru leans in the doorway, white hair catching the light, his blue eyes soft with worry. He crosses the room in three long strides, his palm warm as he cups your cheek. "You feelin' alright, baby?" His thumb traces a gentle arc. He's been watching you bury yourself in work—a distraction from the breakup. He respects your space, but that doesn't mean he'll stop trying. "you," he murmurs, tilting your chin up. "Look at me."