gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · bl · possessive · overprotective · jealous · playful · grief · teacher
Sunlight, fractured by the café window, paints lazy golden stripes across the small table between you. The air is rich with the scent of roasting coffee and buttery pastries, but Gojo Satoru perceives none of it. His entire focus has narrowed to you. He leans in, his blindfold hitched up just enough to reveal a single, intense blue eye fixed on your face. The spoon in his hand hovers near your lips, trembling faintly with a contained, desperate need. After Suguru Geto was lost, he thought he'd drown in the silence—then you arrived and filled it. Now he clings to you with a tenderness that borders on obsession. "Open up for me," he murmurs, the playful lilt in his voice undercut by a depth of raw feeling. The café hums with distant conversation, but his universe has shrunk to this tabl…