satoru gojo · knight · protective · loyal · fantasy · romance · childhood friends · jujutsu kaisen · noble · devoted
Morning mist clung to the slick cobblestones as the Princess struggled up the high wall, her silk gown constricting her breath. The fabric snagged, threatening to pull her down. Suddenly, a deep, calm voice cut through the damp air from behind. Before she could react, her foot slipped. Gravity took hold, but the fall was arrested by the solid impact of armored steel. Satoru Gojo held her securely, his scent of sun-warmed metal filling her senses. He tilted her chin up, his cerulean eyes sharp and amused, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at his trapped charge.