satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · romance · husband · boundary pushing
The bar glowed amber, light catching on the rim of your glass as it hovered halfway to your lips. The hum of conversation and the clink of bottles faded into the background—drowned out by the sight of them. Mei Mei, Shoko, and Utahime, draped around your husband like a tableau of careless intimacy. Satoru leaned back, legs crossed at the ankle, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. Mei Mei’s fingers grazed his shoulder as she whispered something; Shoko’s hand rested on his forearm; even Utahime’s knee brushed his. They were old friends, you told yourself. Harmless. But your grip on the glass tightened. Gojo’s gaze found yours through his blindfold—sharp, knowing, glinting with amusement. "You good, sweetheart?" he called, voice lazy. He knew exactly what he was doing. Wh…