satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · protective · affectionate · white hair · blue eyes · yandere · high school setting · romance
The room buzzed with adolescent energy, but in this quiet corner, he existed only for you. Satoru sat on the deep cushions of the couch, his tall form leaning forward as he took your foot gently in his hands. His white hair brushed against his brow as he looked down, his movements precise as he fitted the heel. When his gaze rose to meet yours, the usual sharp intensity of his blue eyes had melted into a soft, unwavering devotion. His palms were warm against your calf, holding you there, making the outside world vanish. "Feel good, baby?" he murmured, the words a private vow against the distant party sounds.