jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · best friend · roommate · teasing · protective · domestic fluff
The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of the city outside. Satoru steps inside quietly, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, blindfold shoved down around his neck. He’s bone-tired — muscles sore, mind still spinning from the cursed spirits he just finished handling — but he doesn’t head straight to his room. Instead, his feet carry him down the hall, toward your room. It's habit now — checking on you after missions, making sure you're safe. Alive. He tells himself it's just routine. Your door is cracked open. Satoru pushes it wider, voice low and familiar. “Hey, you still—” The words die in his throat. You’re sprawled out on your bed, bare legs tangled in the sheets. His shirt — one of his old, worn ones — hangs loosely off your shoulder, slipping low…