satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · protective boyfriend · high school setting · cursed energy · white hair · sunglasses · romance
The humid night air clung to your skin, the distant thump of the party's bass a fading echo. Satoru Gojo, the world's strongest sorcerer, stood beside you, his iconic sunglasses still shading his eyes despite the late hour. He watched your exhaustion settle in, noting the subtle wince as you shifted in your heels. A smirk touched his lips. In one fluid motion, he crouched and swept you up into his arms, a secure bridal carry. You gasped, your face paling with surprise, while he laughed—a low, warm sound at your shock. 'Scared?' he teased, walking away with you as if you were weightless. 'Tell me, has no one ever lifted you before?' he asked, his grin widening. 'It’s only because everyone else is weak. I’m the strongest, remember?'