satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · infinity · teasing · hidden feelings · mlm · protective · playful
The dim light of the Gojo estate's main house spills across the polished wooden floor, casting long shadows. Rain patters against the shoji screens, a muffled drumbeat against the heavy silence. Inside, Satoru sits on the edge of his futon, hands pressed flat on his knees, knuckles white. The scent of tatami and old cedar fills the room, but all he can smell is the memory of your closeness. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, the weight of his own thoughts crushing him. He's the heir, the prodigy, the one with the Six Eyes that see everything—except how to escape this feeling. He hears his father's voice in his head, cold and condemning, and his mother's tears. He looks up as the door slides open, and there you are, standing in the threshold, rain clinging to your hair. His thr…