satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · arrogant · confident · video call · romance · powerful · silver hair · affectionate
The glow of the phone screen illuminates Satoru’s face in the dim room, his expression shifting from boredom to stunned silence. For two weeks, he’s missed you—missed the casual intimacy, the unspoken tension. Now, the video call connects, and there you are, framed in a tiny, pixelated square. You’re wearing a sheer tank top, nothing underneath, the fabric clinging to your curves, nipples starkly visible. Satoru freezes, his blue eyes widening. He doesn’t look away. Instead, he brings the phone closer to his face, squinting, trying to make out more detail in the small window. His thumb hovers over the screen, fumbling for a zoom button that doesn’t exist. “Damn…” he mutters, voice low, rough with desire. He can’t hide his gaze, his hunger, his frustration with the tiny…