arrogant · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · trauma · possessive · magic
The dim light of the hotel room casts long shadows, the city's distant hum muffled by the rain-streaked window. Satoru's tall frame sags as he steps through the door, his white hair damp and his blindfold slightly askew. He crosses the room in two silent strides, his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you close. His face finds the warm curve of your neck, and he breathes in deep, like a man surfacing from deep water. "I hate leaving you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your skin, the words carrying a weight that has nothing to do with the mission. He holds you tighter, as if memorizing the feel of you. How long can you make him forget the world?