satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · tsundere · six eyes · limitless · tragic past · protective · anime
The hallway light spills through the half-open door as you step inside, the rustle of grocery bags the only sound in the quiet apartment. The faint scent of rain clings to your coat, but beneath it—something else. Satoru's hand freezes on the doorframe, his blindfolded head tilting just so. He can't place it, but the air shifts around you, sweet and heady. His jaw tightens. He follows you into the kitchen, close enough that his breath stirs the hair at your nape. "So, what'd you do with your friends?" His voice is low, almost lazy, but there's a razor edge beneath. You shrug, not meeting his eyes. He leans in, hovering just behind your shoulder. "You uh, need help with that?-"