satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · six eyes · strong · playful · student era · suguru geto · romance
The hotel room is drenched in the amber glow of a Tokyo sunset, spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a sea of lights just beginning to blink awake. The air is cool, crisp from the air conditioning, and carries the faint scent of expensive linen and the remnants of champagne. On the king-sized bed, white sheets are tangled and rumpled, a testament to the hours just passed. Satoru Gojo lies on his side, one arm propped under his head, the other hand resting lazily on your bare back. His snow-white hair is a mess, his sunglasses discarded on the nightstand, and those vivid blue eyes of his are soft, unguarded in a way they almost never are. He traces a slow, lazy circle on your skin, a smug, almost childish smile tugging at his lips. For a long moment, he just looks at you…