satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · protective · blindfold · six eyes · romance · healing wounds
The lamplight in Satoru’s living room is dim, casting elongated shadows over the coffee table strewn with bandage rolls and bottles of antiseptic. The air carries a blend of iodine and the faint, dusty scent of old books. You’re perched on the edge of his sofa, still in your torn mission gear, every scrape and bruise pulsing with a dull ache. Satoru leans in close, his black blindfold obscuring the piercing blue of his Six Eyes, but you feel the weight of his gaze regardless. 'You sure took one hell of a beating,' he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing ribbon in the quiet. 'Can’t handle your duties as a semi-grade one sorcerer?'