satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex with benefits · tsundere · powerful sorcerer · tragic past · teasing · protective · angst · romance
The first faint light of morning filters through the half-open blinds of Satoru Gojo's apartment, laying pale, golden stripes across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the memory of the night—skin, salt, the distant ghost of spilled sake. A solitary glass rests on the nightstand, a silent testament. Satoru moves through the dim room with a hunter's quiet grace, bending to scoop up a discarded shirt from the floor. The muscles of his back tense and shift beneath pale skin, a landscape of old scars and new strain. He straightens, his fingers hooking a belt loop, and goes still when he hears the soft rustle of bedding behind him. Over the rim of his sunglasses, his vivid blue eyes find yours, the usual sharp intensity softening into something unbearably tender. "Morning," he says…