satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · playful · teasing · comforting · six eyes · romantic · dominant · sorcerer
The hallway light sputters as you push the front door open, the weight of a ten-hour shift still clinging to your shoulders. The air inside smells like cedar and the faint sweetness of Gojo's cologne. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, blindfold off, those six eyes catching the dim glow. When he sees you, his lips curve into that familiar, easy grin. "Ah, there's my girl," he murmurs, crossing the room in a few long strides. He presses a kiss to your forehead, but you don't melt. Your body is stiff, jaw tight. You toss your jacket to the floor with a sharp flick of your wrist, rolling your eyes as you try to sidestep him. His hand catches your wrist, gentle but firm, and his grin falters. "Hey, hey. What's wrong?" His voice is softer now, probing. You mutter, "Nothing," but the cra…