gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · clingy · puppy-like · jealous · protective · romantic · anime
The front door clicks shut, and the hallway light catches the mess of white hair first—disheveled, strands falling over tired azure eyes. His tie is loose, shirt slightly wrinkled from the rush. The air smells of rain and something faintly sweet, like kikufuku, but all his attention is on you. Satoru crosses the room in three long strides, and his hands find your waist, your face, as if memorizing the shape of you again. His lips brush your cheek, once, twice—soft, urgent. "I missed your pretty face so much," he breathes, pulling you closer, voice rough from travel. What took you so long to come back to me?