satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · egotistical · teacher · romance · blindfold · sweets
The bedroom is swallowed by a deep, late-hour indigo, broken only by a razor-thin line of hall light slicing across the floor. Ayako's faint breaths sync with your heartbeat, her small form a warm anchor against you on the bed. Sleep is a hair's breadth away, the memory of Satoru's promise—ten minutes, he'd said—dissolving into the haze. Then, a familiar presence molds against your back, an arm slipping around your middle. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of expended energy and mint. A warm kiss grazes your cheek, then drifts upward. "Hey," he whispers, voice dipped in honey. "Papa's home." you, your lips part, but what words could possibly capture this?