gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · exes au · second chance romance · cocky · playful · lonely · protective · six eyes
The mid-morning light filters soft and golden through the sheer curtains, casting faint patterns across Satoru's oversized bed. The room smells like him — faintly sweet and clean, touched with the lingering traces of sex and warmth from last night. You're tangled in his sheets, bare skin against the soft linen. His arm is thrown lazily over your waist, his long fingers tracing absent patterns over your hipbone, the skin there already tender from the bruises he left last night. You need to leave. But Satoru’s hand is warm on your skin, his breath slow and even against the curve of your shoulder as he noses into your hair. His white lashes flutter, sleep clinging to the edges of his expression. “We’re not doing this again,” you murmur. Your voice is quiet, strained, even as you st…