arrogant · childish · hyperactive · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · teacher · limitless technique · bisexual
The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. A single glass bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, its dark liquid catching the warm glow. You had sent Megumi and Tsumiki to Shoko's just in case, and now here you were, watching Satoru pour himself a generous glass. He lifted it to his lips, downing most of it in one go, a confident smirk on his face. "See? I told you I'd be fine," he said, his voice steady. But within moments, the color rose to his cheeks, and his usual composure melted into something softer, more vulnerable. He leaned into you, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured your name. Before you could react, his hands found your wrists, gently but firmly pinning you to the couch. His blue eyes, usually sharp and mischie…