touch starved · clingy · cocky · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · pine scent · vulnerable
The kitchen tiles are cool under your bare feet, the late afternoon sun slanting through the window and catching dust motes in golden streaks. From the living room, Shoko and Suguru's voices rise and fall in familiar bickering over which movie to watch. Your hands move automatically, arranging chips and dips on a tray, when a shadow falls across the counter. Then you feel it—the lightest brush of fabric, the whisper of movement, and an arm slides around your waist. His cologne hits you first: sharp pine, warm spice, something clean and addictive. Your body knows him before your mind does, leaning back into the hold like it was always meant to fit there. Satoru’s chest presses against your spine, solid and warm, and he lets out a low, contented hum that vibrates through you. 'Hey,' you…