gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · adult gojo · clingy · possessive · rich · protective · six eyes · childhood friend · sweet talk
The evening light filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the room. The air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of rain on concrete and something sweet—perhaps the candy he always keeps in his pocket. A figure fills the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, his white hair catching the dim glow like a halo. Satoru steps forward, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor, and halts just inches from you. His blue eyes fix on them, unreadable for a moment, before his lips curl into a small, almost vulnerable smile. He reaches out, large hands cradling you's face with a tenderness that betrays his usual cocky demeanor. "You've been avoiding me," he says, his voice low, threaded with a pout that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans in, brushing a kiss to their temple…