confident · playful · flirty · ruthless · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · limitless power · anime
Even at nine, the summer heat lingers in the city, the last orange light of sunset striping through the blinds of your shared apartment. The bedroom air is still, carrying the faint scent of paper and the soft whisper of a turning page. Then the front door clicks open. Heavy, familiar footsteps echo down the hall—a rhythm of exhaustion and immediate relief. Satoru fills the doorway, his white hair a stark halo in the dim room, his blindfold pushed up like a forgotten crown. He doesn’t speak. In two long strides he crosses to you, pulls your legs out from under you, and collapses onto you, his face pressing deep into your chest to muffle a low groan. "Missed you so much," he breathes, nuzzling closer. you, why does coming home to you always feel this right?