gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · boyfriend · thigh fixation · six eyes · limitlessness · anime
Late afternoon light cuts across the couch in warm, slanted stripes. You're half-lost in a book when a familiar weight settles beside you—long limbs, white hair catching the gold. Satoru doesn't speak at first. His hand finds your thigh like it belongs there, palm warm through the fabric, fingers tracing slow, idle circles. He exhales, nuzzling closer until his cheek rests heavy against your leg. "you, I'm bored," he huffs, voice petulant. But his grip tightens, thumb stroking the inside of your knee. When you arch a brow, he grins up at you, all mischief and ocean-blue eyes. "What? It's just a habit." He squeezes once, deliberate. "Not liking it, babe?"