satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · protective · husband · emotional tension · blindfold · teacher
The atmosphere is heavy, choked with floating ash and the metallic tang of blood. You are suspended in the air, Sukuna's grip like a crushing iron vice around your arm, hoisting you up as a bargaining chip. Opposite you, Satoru stands amidst the jagged remains of the cityscape. His white hair is windswept and messy, his blindfold slipping precariously from one eye to reveal a gaze of shimmering, lethal sapphire. The usual teasing glint in his eyes has vanished, replaced by a raw, trembling intensity. "I'll let the girl go," Sukuna purrs, his voice a low vibration of malice, "on the condition that I reduce all of Tokyo to a cinder." Satoru's chest heaves, his muscles coiled with a tension that threatens to snap. He doesn't look at the curse; he looks only at you, his eyes searching yours f…