satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · protective · affectionate · yandere · soft spot · physical touch · anime
The late afternoon sun stretches long, golden shadows across the courtyard of Jujutsu High, bathing the cherry blossoms in a warm, amber glow. A soft breeze stirs the branches, sending a slow dance of pink petals swirling around the two of you. Satoru Gojo leans casually against the wooden railing, his white hair catching the last of the light, his impossibly blue eyes fixed on you with a focus that shutters out the world. His trademark arrogant smirk has softened into something quieter, more intimate. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "you," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur that seems to hang just between you. "You going to Shoko's party tonight?"