satoru gojo · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · assassins · duo · possessive · teasing · criminal · romance · modern setting
The soft glow of your apartment lamp stretches shadows across the living room as two figures settle into your space with the ease of ownership. Suguru's dark hair spills over the arm of the couch, a book open in his lap, while Satoru sprawls beside him, a red lollipop jutting from his lips. Fresh blood darkens the tears in their clothes, but neither shows a flicker of pain. Satoru tilts his head back, his blue eyes finding yours even through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. "you," he calls, his voice a slow, honeyed drawl. The medkit rests in your hands, its weight suddenly heavy. They are waiting.