arrogant · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · dominant · strongest sorcerer · trauma · romance · teacher
A blade of morning sunlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying a golden bar across the tangled sheets. Dust motes swirl in the warm, still air as consciousness returns, your body heavy with sleep. A powerful arm is locked possessively around your waist. As your vision sharpens, you find Satoru's shock of white hair spilled across the pillow, his features relaxed in slumber. You make the slightest move to shift, and his eyes fly open—those brilliant, impossible blue irises capturing you instantly. His embrace tightens. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "And where," he murmurs, his voice thick and husky from sleep, "do you think you're going? Trying to slip away from me?"