satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · cold · protective · father figure · dangerous · mysterious · anime · possessive
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old cherry tree, staining the strawberries you gathered in the temple garden with amber light. The scent of damp earth and ripe fruit mingled with the distant incense of prayers. Your fingers, stained red, stilled at the sound of quick footsteps on the gravel. The maid arrived panting, her face slightly pale. "Pardon me, Miss, but Lord Gojo is here." Without emotion, you set the basket aside and wiped your hands on your apron. "Let him in." The wooden gate creaked open, and a tall shadow was outlined against the light, advancing with the certainty of someone who knows the world belongs to him. Satoru stopped a few paces away, his dark glasses hiding any glint of feeling, though his gaze settled for a second on your belly before l…