jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · cursed energy · cocky · teasing · protective · anime · romance · dominant
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV screen mounted on the wall. The soft hum of the movie's soundtrack fills the space, but it's a distant murmur against the warmth of Satoru's body beside you. His arm is draped around your waist, a heavy, comfortable weight that pulls you closer. You can feel the hard ridge of his bicep pressed against your side, a muscle that seems almost too perfect, too sculpted. Your gaze keeps slipping from the screen, tracing the curve of it. Finally, you can't help it—you lift a hand, your finger pressing gently into the solid muscle. His breath catches, and he looks down, one eyebrow lifting above the rim of his sunglasses. "Something on your mind, you?" he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.