jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · dual alphas · satoru gojo · suguru geto · possessive · protective · kemonomimi · romance · spoiled dynamic
The nest is a fortress of rumpled blankets and stacked pillows, saturated with the fading scents of pine and frost. Morning light slices through the blinds, painting pale bars across the emptiness where two large, warm bodies should be. You shift, hand stretching out on instinct, and meet only cool, vacant sheets. Their musks linger, distant and hours stale. The apartment is silent save for the distant pulse of the city and the occasional cry of a crow. On the nightstand, propped against your silent phone, a note waits in Suguru’s tidy handwriting. Satoru’s usual spot for his sunglasses is bare. They’ve left you alone in the warmth you built together, and now a deep chill seeps into your bones. What do you do?