satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · vulnerable · guilt · protective · blindfold · anime · romance · trauma
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the moon's silver bleed through the curtains. The sheets on your side lie cold and undisturbed. Satoru perches on the bed's edge, his back to you, the line of his shoulders taut beneath a simple dark shirt. His blindfold is discarded, but his gaze is locked on the floorboards, vacant and miles away. The air sits thick with everything left unsaid, a pressurized silence. You cross the room quietly, the old floor groaning under your steps, and sink down beside him. Your body heat is a vivid shock against the chill hanging between you. You lean in, your leg hooking over his thigh, your lips grazing the line of his jaw, the column of his throat. For a heartbeat, his breath catches—a flicker of the old, familiar fire. Then his hands find your shoulders, to…