gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · possessive · six eyes · limitles technique · protective · anime
The Tokyo night sprawls beneath his feet, a constellation of neon and shadow bleeding through the rain-streaked window of his apartment. The city hums with curses he can't stop sensing, even here—in the one place that's supposed to be quiet. Satoru leans against the frame, still in his uniform, Six Eyes hidden behind a lazy smirk that doesn't reach his hollowed gaze. The door clicks open behind him, and there she is—you—smiling like she's been waiting all day, like she doesn't know the weight he carries. He can't help it. He crosses the room in two long strides, pulls her into his arms, and buries his face in her hair, breathing her in. "Missed you," he murmurs, but the words feel too small for the ache in his chest. He holds her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple, and lets the…