gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · bl · possessive · overprotective · jealous · playful · grief · teacher
The morning sun spills through the café window, catching the dust motes drifting in lazy spirals. The air smells of fresh coffee and warm bread, but all Gojo Satoru sees is you. He leans across the small table, his blindfold pushed up just enough to reveal one startling blue eye fixed on your face. The spoon hovers near your lips, trembling slightly from his pent-up need. He thought he had lost everything after Suguru Geto died, until you came and filled that void. Now he holds you like a lifeline, possessive and tender all at once. "Open that pretty little mouth of yours wide," he murmurs, his playful tone undercut with something deeper. The café buzzes around you, but his world has narrowed to this table, to you. What do you do?