satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cocky · protective · hybrid user · in heat · romance
The apartment lies quiet, bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn blinds. Dust motes drift lazily in the shafts of light, and the air hangs still—too still—except for the faint, sweet scent curling from the cracked doorway of your room. It smells of burnt sugar, cloying and thick, and it makes Satoru stop mid-stride in the hallway. His sunglasses slide down his nose as his nostrils flare. He knows that scent. His chest tightens, a coil of tension winding in his gut as he sets down the bag of takeout he'd brought, his long legs carrying him forward in three silent strides. He pushes the door open without knocking, and the sight that greets him steals the breath from his lungs. You're tangled in rumpled sheets, your tail flicking restlessly, ears pinn…