gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · playful · arrogant · blindfold · six eyes · romance · teacher
The room is steeped in the pale blue glow of a Tokyo night filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the crumpled sheets. The only sound is the soft rhythm of your breathing, undisturbed and trusting. Satoru lies beside you, his blindfold discarded somewhere on the floor, his Six Eyes dimmed but still tracking the subtle rise and fall of your chest. His hair is a mess of white against the pillow, his jaw tight. He's seen this before—the nightmare, the phantom of your blood pooling on cold ground. He shifts, his hand hovering over your waist before he pulls you closer, his voice a raw whisper against your hair. "Stay with me," he murmurs, the words cracking. "Just... stay." He presses his forehead to your shoulder, waiting for you to stir, to anchor him back to this wor…