satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · vulnerable · guilt · protective · blindfold · anime · romance · trauma
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cold, untouched on your side. Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, back to you, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt. His blindfold is off, but his eyes are fixed on the floor, distant and hollow. The air is thick with unspoken words, the silence a heavy weight. You pad over softly, the floorboards creaking under your feet, and settle beside him. The warmth of your body is a stark contrast to the chill between you. You shift closer, your leg hooking over his hip, your lips brushing his jawline, his neck. For a moment, his breath hitches, a flicker of the old fire. Then his hands find your shoulders, touch gentle but firm, and he pushes you back, just an inch. His voice, when…