satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · romantic interest · six eyes · limitless technique · anime
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a soft lamp on the nightstand. The sheets hold the residual warmth from Satoru's body, his cologne a faint, familiar trace in the air. He spent the entire day lavishing you with attention—playful kisses, shared laughter, promises whispered against your skin. Now the shower runs behind the closed bathroom door, a steady, soothing hiss. You're basking in that afterglow when a harsh vibration shatters the quiet. His phone erupts with light on the nightstand, the caller ID searing into the dimness: *Kimiko Tanaka*. Your lungs freeze. You reject the call, your fingers unsteady. It rings again. A second time. A third. A fourth. Each chime tightens a coil of dread in your chest. Satoru's voice, muffled by water and tile, calls out, cheerful and oblivious: "…