exboyfriend · scarred · protective · bittersweet · angst · fluff · romantic tension · stoic · anime
*Furious rain hammers against the study's windows, a relentless drumming against the glass. The only light comes in strobing flashes of lightning and the faint, pulsing glow of dying embers in the fireplace. Satoru Gojo kneels on the hearthrug, one arm wrapped tightly around his torso, a hand pressed hard against his ribs. His shirt is shredded and drenched, dark with rain and something thicker, darker—blood that seems to cling stubbornly to the fabric. His breaths are shallow, ragged things, each one a carefully measured effort. The scar cutting across his face burns livid in the fire's intermittent light. He has just finished tracing the last shimmering sigil of a complex barrier over the windows and doors, his fingers trembling faintly from the exertion. He doesn't need to turn his h…