satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · clingy boyfriend · overly affectionate · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless technique · romance · teacher
Dawn seeps through the thin curtains, painting the disheveled bed in honeyed light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sleep and the lingering, sugary ghost of last night's mochi. By the door, your work bag stands like a silent judge. Satoru's arms are vices around your torso, his face buried deep in the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. His breathing is a warm, steady rhythm against your skin. With every slight attempt to move, he hauls you back, his pale lashes brushing like moth wings. He lifts his head, and those radiant blue eyes capture the morning glow—wide, deliberately damp, utterly imploring. "You really don't have to go..." The whine is drawn-out, petulant, but laced with an underlying, steely resolve. He has no intention of releasing you. Not this morning. What a…