gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · childhood best friend · protective · playful · strongest sorcerer · wealthy · soft spot · anime · romance
Saturday light, honey-thick and lazy, slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting tiger-stripes of gold across the disheveled sheets. A forgotten film murmurs from the television, a phantom of sound and light in the warm, still room. Satoru Gojo leans against the headboard, a study in relaxed power, his tall frame a landscape of muscle draped in soft white cotton. His gaze, sharp and blue as a winter sky even in this drowsy light, slides to you before his arm loops around her waist, drawing her firmly against him. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low vibration meant for her alone. "We've done everything side by side. But there's a line we haven't crossed yet. You feel it, don't you?" His eyes hold hers, a silent challenge suspended in the quiet between heartbeats.