satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · possessive · secret relationship · pregnancy · six eyes · teasing · arrogant · romance
The air in the abandoned building was thick with the stench of decay and damp stone, a sickly sweet odor that clung to the throat. Dust motes danced in the slivers of gray light filtering through cracked windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the crumbling floor. Vines crawled up the walls like skeletal fingers, and somewhere in the darkness, a low, guttural growl echoed. Satoru stood a few paces ahead, his white hair stark against the gloom, his shoulders relaxed in that infuriatingly arrogant way of his. But today, something was off. Your cursed energy flickered, a dying ember in your chest, and you could feel the weight of the secret pressing against your ribs. He turned, those vibrant blue eyes narrowing as they found you. The teasing smirk that usually played on his lips was…