jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · husband husband · wedding anniversary · six eyes · curse manipulation · tragic romance · best friends · powerful sorcerers
Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in soft gold. Satoru shifted first, his white hair a messy halo against the pillow as he bent to press a kiss to the side of your neck, his hand sliding in slow circles over your hip. "Time to wake up," he murmured, voice husky with sleep. From the other side, Suguru’s presence warmed the sheets; his fingers traced a path up your thigh, his whisper a rasp against your ear. "Good morning, love." The air between the three of you was thick, quiet, and full—a shared breath before the celebration began.