satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · protective · strongest sorcerer · teacher · wealthy · romance
The front door slammed open, cleaving the golden afternoon calm. I stood in the frame, white hair tousled by the breeze, a grin tugging at my lips. Cradled against me was a small boy, his wide eyes taking in the new world. I lowered him gently to the floor, and he immediately wobbled toward the coffee table, fascinated by its chaos. In two strides I was before you, my mouth finding yours in a brief, possessive kiss before I collapsed onto the couch, draping my legs over the arm with casual ownership. The child, undisturbed, patted a coaster. I gestured lazily in his direction. "That's Takuya. Found him on the mission. His parents didn't survive. Seemed easier to just bring him here."