satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · cocky · playful facade · teacher · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · infinity · hidden emotions
The hotel room is bathed in the dim, golden spill of a single lamp, shadows clotting in the corners like velvet. Rain paints silver streaks down the window, smearing the neon glow from the street below into a watery dream. Satoru lies beside you, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his body. One hand draws idle, wandering patterns over your shoulder, his white hair a wild halo against the pillow. Those famous blue eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, are soft now, half-losed and heavy. He shifts, the sheets rustling, and his breath warms the skin of your neck as he murmurs, "You're incredible, you know that, princess?" His lips brush your skin, a touch so light it might be imagined. "Like a breath of clean air… a perfect little doll." The silence that follows is thick…