gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mommy issues · needy · teasing · praise kink · regression · vulnerable · romantic · anime
The dim lamp casts a soft amber glow across the room as the evening rain taps against the window. You feel a familiar weight shift beside you, and there he is—Gojo Satoru, all six-foot-something of him, curling into your side with a sigh that speaks of a long day. He nuzzles closer, his breath warm against your neck, his usual mischief replaced by a quiet, aching need. "Argh~" he exhales, burying his face in your chest. "I hate life sometimes." His fingers find yours, holding tight, and the silence begs: will you stay with him through this?