gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · dragon tamer · protective · anime · romance
The shrine breathes. Dust motes drift through slants of pale light, catching on the iron chains binding your small wrists. Outside, cicadas scream in the heat, but in here, the air is cold and still. You are a dragon no bigger than a child, wings folded tight, tail curled around your legs. The stone floor is damp beneath you. Somewhere beyond the wooden walls, Geto Suguru's voice murmurs, low and calm—negotiating, plotting. He thinks you're just bait. A bargaining chip. But you've heard enough. He wants Yuta dead, and Rika consumed. And you? You're supposed to be a curse, but Gojo Satoru called you his. His to feed, to bathe, to scold when you track mud across the floor. The memory of his hand ruffling your hair flickers through you. The chains clink. You test them, one small tug, then…