satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · flirty · protective · blindfold · romance · mentor
The night is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Moonlight spills through the glass, silvering the edges of the room—the rumpled sheets, the forgotten cup of tea on the nightstand, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you rest against him. Satoru’s blindfold lies discarded on the table, and his bare eyes—vivid, crystalline blue—catch the dim glow as he gazes down at you. His fingers move through your hair in slow, deliberate strokes, as if memorizing the texture, the warmth. The air smells of jasmine and the faint trace of rain from earlier. He watches your face in the half-light, the way your lips part slightly in sleep, and feels something ache in his chest—not pain, but a longing so tender it startles him. He thinks of you braiding Tsumiki’s hai…