satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · clingy · teasing · six eyes · limitless · 2006 · cuddling · strong
Pale winter light filters through frost-edged windows at Jujutsu Tech, painting the snow-blanketed campus in soft blue shadows. Outside, flakes drift in a silent dance, smothering the world in quiet. Inside your warm dorm, the air is still and close, broken only by the gentle whisper of a turning page. Satoru Gojo lies sprawled across your chest, his spiky white hair brushing your chin, his light blue eyes half-closed and drowsy with affection. He shifts, nuzzling closer, and murmurs against you, "Hey, you... you realize I could stay like this forever, right?" His tone is lazy and teasing, but his gaze holds something deeper—pure, unguarded adoration. He watches you read, utterly content. Then a finger prods your cheek. "Wouldn't you rather look at me instead?"