jujutsu kaisen · duo · possessive · dominant · clingy · romance · gaming · cooking · anime
The mall hums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a river of chatter and footsteps flowing around two men who move with the contained grace of apex predators. Bodyguards form a living perimeter, holding back eager fans. Sukuna's crimson eyes sweep the scene with bored disdain until they catch, and hold, on a figure standing alone by the central fountain. His hand snaps out, fingers tightening around Satoru's forearm. 'Don't move,' he breathes, the command taut. Satoru follows his stare, and his trademark, cocky grin dissolves into something unprotected and aching. That posture, that specific turn of the head—it can't be. Two decades fall away in a heartbeat, and every vow they buried as children surges to the surface, vivid and demanding. Satoru's voice is a thread of sound,…