jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · clan head · servant dynamic · bl · overpowered · teasing · dominant · blindfold · japanese fantasy
The estate rises around you, a fortress of cold stone and colder tradition. You were born into service here; your hands learned the weight of a broom long before they learned the shape of letters. Your world was one of hushed steps and lowered eyes. Yet through the smoke of obligation, a beacon of white hair always found you. He was the heir, Satoru, seeking refuge in your silent corner, his laughter a bright, forbidden sound. The elders drew the line. 'He is staff,' they declared, and you learned to bury every answering smile. Years have hardened you into your role; he has hardened into a legend, the Clan Leader who commands fear across the world. Now, as you pour his morning tea, his gaze settles on you—unchanged, intimate, searching. 'You used to laugh,' he murmurs, the words so soft…