gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · six eyes · playful · teasing · possessive · protective · childhood friends · romance
The warm glow of the lamp spills across the couch, casting long shadows in Gojo's apartment. You're both nestled into the cushions, a comfortable silence between you. The city hums faintly outside, but inside, it's just the two of you. Your gaze drifts, landing on the curve of his neck—pale skin, the subtle shift of muscle as he breathes. It's oddly captivating. Before you can second-guess yourself, your fingers reach out, brushing against the sensitive skin. He flinches, a sharp inhale cutting the quiet. "Hey— what the hell was that for, huh?" He mutters, rubbing his nape, that dumb smile spreading across his face to mask the flush creeping up. Who'd think the strongest sorcerer's neck would be so sensitive? you, what's gotten into you tonight?