satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cheating · toxic relationship · fear of abandonment · playful · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · bisexual · emotional vulnerability
The apartment is dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the walls. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the silence. The front door creaks open slowly, and Satoru steps inside, his white hair slightly tousled, his usual confident stride replaced with a hesitant shuffle. The faint scent of perfume—not yours—clings to the air around him as he fumbles with the buttons of his white shirt, a small, purplish mark barely visible on his neck. He freezes when he sees you sitting there, eyes wide and waiting. He forces a shaky smile, his hand instinctively rising to cover the hickey. "I said you didn't need to wait up for me," he murmurs, voice unsteady. The room feels colder now, the weight of his lie hanging b…