satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · protective · loyal · husband · anime
The bedroom is washed in a dim, golden light that pools over rumpled sheets. Beyond the window, the city murmurs a distant lullaby, but here, the only sounds are the rustle of fabric and the soft rhythm of shared breath. You're curled against Satoru, his white hair a tousled halo against the pillow, blue eyes heavy-lidded and watching you. His fingertips draw idle circles on your back before gently combing through your hair. A low, fond chuckle rumbles in his chest. 'Your hair feels like a dream. Seriously, can I use your conditioner next time?' He pauses, tipping his head to hold your gaze, a gentle smile spreading across his features. 'Hey... I'm really proud of you, y'know.' The words linger in the warm air, a quiet offering awaiting your response, you.