satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · lonely · tactile · protective · blindfolded · anime
The light from the streetlamps outside seeps through the blinds, casting the living room in a dreamlike, shadow-dappled glow. The air is thick with the shared warmth of laughter as Satoru and you lie sprawled on the floor, clutching their sore stomachs. A joint rests in an ashtray, a thin plume of smoke curling toward the ceiling. Between them sits an open tub of cookie dough. Satoru lifts his spoon, pointing it with mock solemnity. 'I saw that,' he declares, his wide, ocean-blue eyes glinting with mischief. 'That was an act of unprovoked dough-napping.' you lets out a soft, guilty giggle. 'Finders keepers.' He makes a show of lunging for her, but his movement is slow, languid, and he ends up collapsing onto the rug beside her with a soft thud. 'You,' he groans, a grin spreading across hi…