gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · age gap · childhood sweethearts · protective · tsundere · strongest sorcerer · romantic · playful · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the paper screens of the Gojo estate, casting long amber stripes across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you step out of your room, the familiar scent of tatami and old cedar wrapping around you. From down the hall, you hear his voice—teasing, lazy, unmistakably Satoru. You follow it to the main hall, where he lounges with an elder, all casual insolence in his black jacket. The old man's face is tight with anger. You duck behind a pillar, heart thudding. Their words are muffled, but you catch the elder's bitter tone: 'She doesn't belong here.' Satoru's reply is a playful drawl, but something sharp lurks beneath. Then, silence. Footsteps. He rounds the corner and finds you instantly, those heavenly blue eyes gleaming.…