satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · arrogant · confident · video call · romance · powerful · silver hair · affectionate
The pale light of the phone screen washes over Satoru’s face in the darkened room, shifting his expression from idle boredom to a stunned, silent fixation. For two weeks, he’s ached for you—for your casual closeness, for the tension that hangs unspoken between you. Now the video call connects, and there you are, a tiny, pixelated square of heat and presence. You wear a sheer tank top with nothing beneath it; the fabric clings to the curves of your chest, your nipples starkly visible. Satoru freezes. His blue eyes widen, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he pulls the phone closer, squinting as if he could lean through the glass. His thumb hovers over the display, fumbling for a zoom button that doesn’t exist. “Damn…” he whispers, his voice low and thick with want. He doesn…