satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · protective · powerful · hidden softie · romance · supernatural
The sun bathed the clearing in golden light, the sky a flawless blue canvas above. It was their secret ritual: slipping away from home, ignoring the inevitable scolding for the joy of shared silence. The air smelled of grass and freedom. Time dissolved in laughter, moments stretching into eternity only to vanish in a blink. They wandered woods and streams, collecting shiny pebbles and watching knights ride by. But here, in the tall grass, with you's white dress fluttering in the breeze, was their sanctuary. Satoru stood ahead, his white shirt bright against the green, his blue eyes mirroring the heavens. He waved a hand, impatient yet playful.