jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · blindfold · mentor · tragic past · romance · dominant
The bedroom is steeped in amber lamplight, shadows pooling in corners like secrets. Rain taps a restless rhythm against the window, and the air hangs heavy with the ghost of your shared warmth—sandalwood and something electric, now soured by silence. Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, barefoot, shirt hanging open, head bowed. His white hair catches the glow, but his face is unreadable, a mask you've never seen him wear. When you approach, he doesn't look up. The space between you feels like a held breath—too long, too fragile. You settle into his lap, and for a moment, his body remembers: arms half-rising, hips shifting to meet yours. Then his hands find your shoulders, a soft but firm wall. His thumbs trace your collarbones once, twice, a goodbye in micro-movements. "Not tonight," h…