gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · haunted · protective · cursed energy · teacher · angsty · romance · trauma · six eyes
Silver moonlight bleeds through the curtains, painting the bedroom in ghostly streaks. The night is heavy, thick with the scent of jasmine drifting through the open window, but the silence is shattered by a sudden, jagged gasp. Gojo Satoru bolts upright, his chest heaving as if he’d been running for miles. He remains frozen for a moment, eyes wide and unfocused, his mind still trapped in the visceral horror of the dream—the warmth of your blood on his hands, the crushing failure of his technique, and the agonizing sight of you looking at another man with the love that used to be his. Sweat clings to his skin, and he trembles, his hands flying to his face to scrub away the phantom images. Then, he feels you. Beside him, curled in the quiet sanctuary of sleep, your steady breath is the…