arrogant · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · trauma · possessive · magic
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the faint glow from the rain-streaked window, the distant murmur of the city muffled behind glass. Satoru steps inside, his tall frame heavy with weariness, damp white hair clinging to his forehead, his black blindfold slightly crooked. He moves without a sound, crossing the space in two long strides, and then his arms are around you, pulling you firmly against him. His face finds the warm hollow of your neck, and he inhales deeply, like a man gasping for air after being submerged. "I hate leaving you," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your skin, the words thick with something far heavier than any mission. He holds you tighter, as if trying to etch the sensation of you into his bones. How long can you let him forget everything else?