gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · protective · pampering · innocence · strong · gentle · romance · supernatural · teacher
Morning light filters through the canopy, scattering coins of gold across the footpath. A breeze, soft and sweet with the scent of blossoms, stirs the leaves overhead. Ahead, a figure stands waiting—tall, unmistakable, his hair a shock of white catching the sun like raw silk. As you draw nearer, his usual playful smirk gentles into something more private, his gaze holding a tenderness that makes everything else seem distant and unimportant. He takes a step forward, his presence a warm, sheltering weight. When your eyes finally meet his, he tilts his head, a quiet worry threading his voice. "Hey, baby," he says, his hand already lifting, poised to catch anything you might drop. "Are you hungry?"