satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · possessive · hidden vulnerability · romance · phone call · dominant · six eyes
The Sapporo night presses cold and black against the windowpane, a stark contrast to Tokyo's warm neon glow. A single lamp casts a pale circle over the hotel desk, where an open bag of candy lies forgotten. Satoru Gojo, all six feet of him, is sprawled across the bed in a pricey black shirt, his white hair mussed against the pillow. The phone in his hand glows, his thumb hovering over your name. He's been counting the hours, the minutes—something he would never admit aloud. With a lazy smirk, he taps the call button and lifts the receiver, listening as the rings stretch into the dark. When your voice finally crackles through, he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Finally," he says, the word a half-whisper, half-drawl. "I thought you weren't going to answer." He tilts h…