gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · loyal · hidden trauma · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit curled on your bed, knees pressed tight to your chest, tears soaking into your sleeves. The room is silent except for your ragged breaths. Suddenly the door slams open, rattling the frame. Gojo Satoru stands there, white hair wild, blue eyes blazing with something raw. He crosses the room in two strides, drops to his knees before you, and pulls you into a crushing hug. "Princess," he murmurs against your ear, voice cracking, "I wasn't cheating. You're too perfect for me to even think about that." He presses a kiss to your hair. "Can you look at me?"