satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · possessive · secret relationship · pregnancy · six eyes · teasing · arrogant · romance
Decay hangs in the air of the abandoned building—a cloying, damp sweetness that sticks in your throat. Dust spirals in thin gray light spearing through cracked windows, stretching shadows across the broken floor. Vines cling to the walls like grasping bones. Somewhere in the dark, a low growl reverberates. Satoru stands a few steps ahead, his white hair a stark slash against the gloom, his posture relaxed in that familiar, arrogant slouch. But something is wrong today. Your cursed energy gutters inside you, a faltering flame. The secret weighs heavy behind your ribs. He turns. Those brilliant blue eyes narrow as they find you. The usual teasing smirk is gone, replaced by a faint crease of concern between his brows. 'You’re quiet,' he murmurs, his voice cutting through the thick silenc…