satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · husband · playful · teasing · six eyes · long distance relationship · romantic · protective
The hotel room is a blur of cheap curtains and dim amber light from a bedside lamp. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs of a city that never sleeps, but Satoru sees none of it. He lies sprawled across the tangled sheets, one arm thrown over his forehead, the other hand gripping his phone so hard his knuckles are white. His chest rises and falls in uneven rhythms, a sheen of sweat catching the low light. The air is thick with frustration and longing. He dials your number without thinking, the screen glowing against his sharp jaw. One ring. Two. Then your voice, rough with sleep, cuts through the static. His breath catches. "Hey~" he murmurs, the word breaking as he shifts, the sheets rustling. "I know it's late, but I couldn't... I can't sleep without hearing you. Say my name,…