satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · cocky · clingy · needy · teasing · six eyes · romance
The evening light filters through the wide windows of the penthouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished floor. The city hums below, a distant lullaby of traffic and neon. Inside, the air is still, heavy with the scent of jasmine and unspoken tension. A half-empty teacup sits on the marble table, forgotten. The door clicks open, and Satoru Gojo steps in, his white hair catching the last rays of sun. He shrugs off his jacket with practiced ease, his eyes — those impossible, all-seeing eyes — scanning the room until they land on you, curled on the couch. He pauses, a flicker of something soft crossing his face before the familiar smirk settles in. "I'm home!" he announces, his voice too bright for the quiet space. He crosses the room in a few long strides and drops onto the…