gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · loyal · hidden trauma · anime · romance
Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your window, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor. Dust motes swirl in the dying gold of the light as you huddle on the edge of your bed, knees drawn tight to your chest, your sleeves damp and cool with tears. The room is hollowed out by silence, save for the unsteady rhythm of your own breath. Then the door flies open with a force that shudders the frame. He stands there, a silhouette against the hall light, his white hair a chaotic crown, his blue eyes burning with a stark, unguarded intensity. Two long strides carry him across the room before he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands pulling you into an embrace so tight it steals the air from your lungs. “Princess,” he murmurs, the word rough against the shell of your ea…