gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · clingy · protective · soft spot · rich · teacher · romance · possessive
Evening light slants through the penthouse windows, stretching long shadows across the deep rug where you’re nestled beside him. A forgotten teacup rests on the low table. Satoru’s fingers are warm as they weave through yours, tracing idle patterns on your palm while he listens to you recount another disappointing date. The city murmurs far below, but up here it’s hushed, intimate—just the two of you. His white hair catches the dying sun, and his blue eyes hold yours with a tenderness he reserves for no one else. He catches your exasperated sigh and pulls you closer, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I told you he wasn't right for you, princess." His voice is low, gentle. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "So... what now, baby?"