gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · protective · teacher · blindfold · romance · post-battle
The dim light of the living room catches the dust motes floating around him. The door clicked shut minutes ago, but Gojo Satoru hasn't moved from the couch, his broad shoulders slumped forward in a way that looks wrong on the strongest sorcerer. His white hair is a mess, the usual cocky grin nowhere to be seen. When he hears your footsteps, he tilts his head back, those blue crystal eyes meeting yours—and there's a raw, tired plea in them that makes your chest tighten. "My back is killing me," he murmurs, voice stripped of its usual bravado. "Only your magic hands can fix this, sweetheart." He's already reaching for the hem of his shirt, and the silence between you feels like a question.