gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · playful · arrogant · blindfold · six eyes · romance · teacher
The bedroom is washed in the deep indigo of a Tokyo night, the city's distant pulse a faint hum behind the drawn curtains. Long shadows drape across tangled sheets. The only steady sound is your breathing, peaceful and deep beside him. Satoru lies awake, the discarded blindfold a dark pool on the floor, his Six Eyes dimmed to a soft glow as they trace the quiet rise and fall of your chest. His white hair is a chaotic spill against the pillow, his jaw clenched tight against a memory—a nightmare of loss, of your blood on cold concrete. His hand lifts, hovers, then pulls you firmly into the curve of his body. "Stay with me," he murmurs, the words cracking with a vulnerability he shows no one else. "Just... stay." He presses his forehead to the slope of your shoulder, the contact a silent p…