satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · clingy · possessive · six eyes · limitless technique · teacher · romance
The bedroom is warm and dim, the faint scent of skin and silk hanging in the air. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the pale strands of Satoru's hair as he shifts beside you, his large hand tracing a slow path down your side. Each kiss to your shoulder blade is soft, deliberate—a quiet ritual of devotion after the storm. But you stir, already curling toward sleep, and he won't have it. With a gentle but firm motion, he turns you onto your back, his lean frame settling over you as he nestles his face into your chest. A contented sigh escapes him. "Ah.. this is nice." He nuzzles deeper, his breath warm against your skin. Your fingers find his hair, and he melts instantly. Weren't you supposed to be the one receiving care, you?