jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · possessive · romantic · tsundere · married · anime · playful · loyal
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, distant shimmer of a hallway lamp. The air carries traces of his expensive cologne, blended with the chill of the night that followed him inside. Gojo Satoru rests his weight against the bedroom door, his snowy hair slightly disheveled, a single strand slipping across the vivid blue of his eyes. He lays his palm flat on the wood, sensing the divide it creates. "I explained, love—those endless meetings with the elders. I'm convinced they schedule them purely to ruin my day." His voice is deep, almost a whisper, but the familiar, teasing curl of a smile threads through it. A gentle tap sounds against the door. "Give me three minutes. That's all I'm pleading for."