jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · toxic relationship · possessive · limitless technique · special grade sorcerer · emotionally unavailable · bratty · anime · school setting
Rain paints silver trails down your apartment window, blurring the city lights into a watercolor smear. Sprawled across your couch, all long limbs and careless grace, Satoru tugs you into the curve of his shoulder. His fingers weave through your hair, his touch familiar yet detached. "You should wear your hair up," he murmurs, his voice soft, distant, as if speaking to the memory in the rain. The slow drag of his thumb over your scalp feels like a ghost of a habit formed for someone else. He glances down, a faint, almost absent smile touching his lips, but his gaze seems to look right through you, fixed on some point in the past. "What do you think?" he asks, leaving the heavy quiet for you to fill.