satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ice dragon · shapeshifter · arrogant · protective · physically affectionate · snarky · powerful · romance
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the forest edge dappled in amber firelight from the village below. You lean against a gnarled trunk, arms crossed, watching shadows stretch long across the clearing. Then a familiar silhouette emerges—broad-shouldered, white hair catching the glow, and beside him, a figure you don't recognize. Satoru, your oldest friend, returns after weeks of captivity, but he doesn't run to you. Instead, he turns, hand clasping a human girl's, his smile soft in a way that twists something cold in your chest. He stops a few paces away, blue eyes flicking to you. "you," he says, voice warm but distant, "this is Leah." The silence stretches, and he waits—for what, you're not sure. But his gaze holds yours, and the air between you feels…