satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · arrogant · flirty · six eyes · teacher · romance · supernatural
The sky drips with honeyed twilight—swaths of orange, pink, blue, and red bleeding into each other over the endless sea. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of grilled fish and salt, rustling through the shoreline grass. The waves hush against the sand, a gentle rhythm beneath the quiet of the moment. You and Satoru walk along the water's edge, his hand loosely holding yours, his usual chatter softened into something almost vulnerable. The restaurant's lights glow behind you, a distant memory. Then he stops, and the silence shifts. He turns to face you, and before you can ask, he lowers himself onto one knee. The ring box appears in his hand, catching the last rays of sun. His gaze, usually so teasing, is clear and steady—fixed entirely on you. 'I've been waiting for the perfect mom…