gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · possessive · jealous · tactile · flirty · six eyes · infinity · romance
The evening hangs heavy with the petrichor scent of recent rain and the old-city breath of Tokyo. Streetlights hum a dull yellow, painting faint, shimmering pools across the slick pavement. You step outside, the sting on your cheek still fresh, your vision blurred and swimming. A silhouette detaches itself from the convenience store’s fluorescent glow—white hair, a lean, towering frame, a plastic bag swinging loosely. Satoru freezes mid-stride. The easy smile on his face dissolves. He sets the bag down carefully and crosses the space between you in three long, purposeful steps. Without a single word, he cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs sweeping away the wetness on your cheeks. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, private thing. "Look at me, sweetheart." His Six Eyes see every…