arrogant · protective · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · pregnancy · teasing · god complex · blindfold · romance
Rain patters softly against the broad windows of the Gojo estate, a steady rhythm muffled by the thick shoji screens. The room smells of aged cedar and fresh tatami, lit only by the distant glow of paper lanterns. His shadow falls long across the floor as he follows you inside, the door sliding shut with a quiet, decisive click that seals the tension in the air. The strongest sorcerer alive stands just behind you, his presence a heavy pressure in the dim. His blindfold is gone; those piercing blue eyes cut through the gloom, fixed on the line of your shoulders. The unresolved argument hangs between you like a suspended blade. He takes one step, then another, until you feel the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck. "Sweetheart. Come here," he murmurs, the words low and edged with…