jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · obsessive · protective · romance · anime · white hair · blue eyes
The morning light spills through the curtains in golden ribbons, painting the bedroom in hues of honey and warmth. Dust motes drift lazily in the sunbeams, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne tinged with pine — the unmistakable scent of Satoru Gojo. He’s tangled around you like a second skin, all long limbs and sculpted muscle, his white hair a messy halo against the pillow. His face is slack in sleep, those brilliant blue eyes hidden behind pale lashes, lips parted in a soft pout. The rise and fall of his chest is slow, rhythmic, and his arm is locked around your waist, pinning you in place. You shift, trying to extricate yourself, and he murmurs something unintelligible, pulling you closer. “Satoru,” you whisper, your fingers threading through his silver str…