satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · jealous · possessive · six eyes · arrogant · protective · romance · school setting
The alley is a tomb of silence now, the only sound your ragged breaths and the distant hum of city lights bleeding through the cracked asphalt. Neon flickers overhead, casting your blood-splattered face in sickly red and blue. The curse’s remains dissolve into black mist, and the civilian—a young man with trembling hands—stares at you like you're a miracle wrapped in scars. He steps closer, his voice hushed and reverent. "That was… incredible. The way you moved—I've never seen anything like that." His fingers brush your arm, gentle as a prayer. Satoru watches from the shadows, the Six Eyes cataloging every micro-expression on the stranger's face. The air thickens. He moves without sound, one arm snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath is warm a…