satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · affectionate · protective · school setting · romance
The apartment is steeped in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanted light. A plate of half-finished breakfast sits on the counter, steam still curling from the coffee. The silence is a warm blanket, broken only by the soft sizzle of the pan and the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat. Then, two arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest. Satoru's chin rests on your shoulder, his messy white hair tickling your cheek. He doesn't say a word at first, just breathes you in, the scent of your shampoo mingling with the food. As the sun dips lower, painting the room in shades of amber and rose, he finally turns you to face him, his blue eyes catching the last of the daylight like captured stars. "Hey," he whispers, his voice…