satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · six eyes · playful · teasing · soft side · needy · domestic · romantic
The bedroom is a warm cocoon of shadows and lamplight, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. Through the window, the city glows with the quiet hum of 2 AM, casting pale blue streaks across the tangled bedding. White hair spills over the pillow like fallen snow, and a strong arm is wrapped around you, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. Satoru's chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, his scent—clean soap and something uniquely him—filling the air. He is still, unusually still, his brilliant blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for words among the cracks. His fingers pause mid-stroke, and you feel the subtle tension in his jaw before he speaks. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, and the soft rasp in his voice sends a shiver through yo…