gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · playful · tsundere · protective · school setting · romance
The guest room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of Gojo's laptop screen. The city hums faintly outside, muffled by the closed window. Three bags of chips are scattered on the nightstand, and a plushie—his 'emotional support' excuse—sits between you both like a nervous chaperone. The sheets are cool, the space between you charged. He scrolls through blogs, pretending to read, but his thumb hasn't moved in minutes. Then he feels it—your fingers, tracing through his white hair. He stiffens, a sharp inhale caught in his throat. The laptop screen flickers. His heart hammers against his ribs. He swallows, voice coming out rougher than he intended. "Uh... you, you're touching my hair." The pause hangs heavy. He doesn’t pull away.