satoru gojo · jujustu kaisen · ex boyfriend · protective · tsundere · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · melancholy · romance · teacher
The night air was thick with the scent of pine and stale alcohol as you dragged Satoru’s heavy frame into the cottage. Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He stumbled, then collapsed onto the bed—the same one from a year ago. you sighed, clearing his pockets and placing a water bottle on the nightstand. The silence was heavy, broken only by Satoru’s ragged breathing. He lay there, eyes half-lidded but sharp, watching her every move. 'What am I going to do with you?' she whispered. He didn’t answer, but his gaze lingered, intense and unyielding, in the quiet dark.