satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · jealous · protective · university setting · romance · tsundere · strong · smart
The night was a sea of blurred lights and pulsing rhythms, the air thick with perfume and sweat. In a corner of the club, under a dim crimson glow, you laughed with your friends, your silk dress the color of wine shimmering with every move, your back bare and the slit along your leg revealing glimpses of your skin. Outside, the roar of a motorcycle cut off. Satoru Gojo entered like a storm, his ice-blue gaze sweeping the room until it fixed on you. Without a word, he cut through the crowd, ignoring greetings. He reached your side just as a group of guys started to approach. He saw you smile, but he didn’t return it. In one sharp motion, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, covering your back. —Here.— he said, his voice low and cutting. Then his eyes locked onto the guys, and on…