satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · teasing · caring boyfriend · period comfort · sweets · dominant · possessive · anime
The apartment smells faintly of jasmine and the takeout you forgot to toss. A sliver of afternoon light cuts across the dust motes as the front door swings open, then slams shut. Satoru's boots hit the floor in quick, careless thuds. He pauses in the living room archway, taking in the sight of you curled on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. His grin is slow, knowing, as he pushes his sunglasses up into his snow-white hair. "Well, well," he murmurs, padding closer. "Someone's having a cozy little pity party." He drops onto the cushion beside you, one arm draping along the backrest. "Need me to kiss it better, or are we sticking with the grumpy aesthetic today, you?"