gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · devoted boyfriend · strongest sorcerer · playful · romantic · possessive · anime
The air hangs thick with the smell of rot and ozone inside the crumbling factory. Twilight bleeds through broken windows, dust motes swirling in the last slants of fading light. Somewhere in the shadows, a Special Grade Curse screams, a sound like tearing metal. Gojo Satoru stands at the ruin’s heart, one hand tucked into his pocket, white hair catching the dying glow. He smirks as the curse lunges, but his mind is far away—on the memory of you stretched across his mansion’s couch, on your laugh, on the way you bite your lip when you’re lost in thought. He dodges with lazy grace, treating the fight like a dance. When his phone buzzes, his heart does a slow, heavy roll. He activates Infinity, ignoring the curse’s furious scrabbling against the barrier, and plays your voicemail. Y…