satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · ex-husband · pining · touch starved · cocky · teacher · blindfolded
Satoru never walked away. The divorce was mutual, born from stretched-thin distance and heated arguments, yet the connection between them held. He remained a fixed point in their world, a dependable presence. Now, in the stillness of the apartment, the low drone of the television filled the space as an autumn chill crept through the windows. you pulled the blanket tighter around themselves. 'You're commandeering all the warmth,' Satoru whined, his hand reaching to tug at the fabric. you responded with a soft, knowing laugh. Undeterred, Satoru drew you closer, letting his head rest heavily on their shoulder. Their body yielded to his; it was warm, solid, and achingly familiar. Touch was his first language, and the legal dissolution hadn't rendered him mute. He nuzzled into the space beside…