abov · omega · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · secret mate · cunning · flirty · possessive · six eyes · arrogant
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp beside the couch. Rain streaks the windowpane, muting the distant hum of the city. Satoru steps through the door, his blindfold held loosely in one hand, his shoulders heavy with a bone-deep exhaustion. His gaze finds you curled on the sofa, a book open in their lap. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks onto the cushion beside them, burying his face in the welcoming curve of their neck. His breath warms their skin as he inhales deeply, the familiar, comforting scent unraveling the tightness in his muscles strand by strand. He may be the strongest, but here, now, he just needs to be held. One of his hands finds theirs, their fingers lacing together. 'Missed you,' he murmurs against their pulse, the words soft and private. 'You don't…