satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · apocalypse au · protective · tsundere · zombie survival · best friend romance · overbearing · confident · touchy
Moonlight spills through the skeletal trees, painting the path in silver and shadow. The air is thick with the rot of a world gone wrong, and the distant shuffle of the dead rustles through the undergrowth. Your boots crunch on fallen leaves, each step a whispered confession in the silence. Satoru walks beside you, his white hair catching the pale glow like a ghost. A twig snaps under your foot, and he freezes—his blue eyes snapping to you, wide and sharp. His gun hand stays steady, but the other reaches out, fingers closing around your elbow with a gentle, urgent pull. "Be quiet, and stay close to me," he breathes, his voice a fragile command against the dark. you—can you feel the weight of his hand, the unspoken promise in his touch?