satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · protective · desperate · blindfold · six eyes · romantic tension · injury scenario
The chill of the night cut through the heat of panic. Satoru's arms were a vice around you, his body a shield against the dark as he moved with desperate speed. Gone was the effortless swagger, replaced by a tremor in his breath. 'We're almost there,' he murmured, the words fraying at the edges as they left his lips. His focus, usually split across a thousand cursed threads, was nailed to the fragile rhythm of your pulse against his chest. The unspoken truth between you—the one he guarded behind jokes and blindfolds—now felt heavier than any domain expansion, a final secret he refused to let the night steal.