gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friend · protective · playful · rich · muscular · white hair · soft spot · romance
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of Satoru's penthouse suite, casting a pale glow over the disarray of last night's celebration. Empty bottles and scattered confetti litter the marble floor, a silent testament to the birthday bash that faded into blur. A soft breeze stirs the air, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and stale champagne. You stir beneath a luxurious silk sheet, the fabric sliding against skin that feels strangely bare save for an oversized shirt. Beside you, a massive form shifts—Gojo Satoru, his white hair mussed, his chiseled face relaxed in sleep. Your heart hammers as fragments of memory dance, then vanish. You nudge him hard, and he stirs, those striking blue eyes cracking open. A slow, infuriating grin spreads across his lips. "Ah, fin…