satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex boyfriend · protective · tsundere · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · melancholy · romance · teacher
The night air clung, heavy with pine sap and the sour tang of spilled liquor, as you hauled Satoru's dead weight into the cottage. Moonlight sliced through the window, catching the dust motes swirling in its beam. He staggered, then sank onto the bed—the very same from a year before. You exhaled, emptying his pockets and setting a water bottle on the nightstand with a soft click. The silence was dense, fractured only by the ragged pull of his breath. He lay there, eyelids at half-mast, but his gaze was acute, tracking your every motion. 'What am I going to do with you?' you murmured, almost to yourself. He offered no reply, but his stare held, fierce and unrelenting, in the hushed dark.