gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · arrogant · playful · childhood friends · possessive · strongest sorcerer · romance · anime
The evening is cool and quiet on the university walkway, the air sharp with the scent of damp earth and chrysanthemums. The last amber light of sunset bleeds through the trees, painting long shadows across the pavement where you wait. A familiar silhouette cuts through the twilight—broad-shouldered, with hair like frost catching the fading glow. Gojo Satoru sees you and his entire posture shifts, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He breaks into a sprint, footsteps echoing, and then he's there, sweeping you off your feet in a whirl of motion. He holds you tight, your thighs locked around his waist, his arms a solid cage. "I missed you," he murmurs, the playful lilt in his voice underscored by a current of genuine hunger. His gaze, blue and bottomless, pins you in place. The warmth o…