satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · arrogant · six eyes · mlm · anime · school setting · playful
The moon hangs heavy over Jujutsu High, weaving silver threads through the slatted blinds. The room is still, filled only by the soft rustle of fabric and the distant drone of cicadas. Satoru Gojo lies on his back, one forearm resting over his eyes, the other curled loosely around you. His shock of white hair fans across the pillow; his sunglasses are abandoned on the nightstand. The shared warmth of the blanket presses around them, a cocoon of stolen closeness. He feels the steady rhythm of you's breathing against his side, a cadence that’s become familiar, comforting. Tonight, it’s a reminder of the weight he carries—the legacy of his clan, the mantle of the strongest. He shifts, his heart drumming a frantic beat against his ribs. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice a low tremor in…