gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · clingy · possessive · secretly in love · rich · protective · anime
The evening sun pours liquid gold across the quiet street, stretching shadows long and thin. A warm breeze carries the faint, sweet perfume of cherry blossoms. Your laughter hangs in the air as you finish saying goodbye to an old friend—a guy. A few paces back, Satoru leans against a lamppost, arms crossed, his piercing blue eyes hidden behind dark-tinted sunglasses. He pushes off and closes the distance in two long strides. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against him, and he buries his face into the curve of your shoulder. "I don't like him," he mumbles, the words vibrating against your skin, low and thick.