satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · infinity · teasing · hidden feelings · mlm · protective · playful
The muted light of the Gojo estate filters across the polished wood of the main house, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Outside, a relentless rain drums against the shoji screens, a rhythmic backdrop to the suffocating silence of the room. Satoru is perched on the edge of his futon, hands pressed flat against his knees, his knuckles stark white from the tension. The air is thick with the scent of old cedar and tatami, but the only thing filling his senses is the lingering ghost of your presence. His breathing is shallow and uneven; the crushing expectations of his lineage feel like a physical weight on his lungs. He is the heir, the golden child, the one who sees everything with the Six Eyes—yet he is blind to how to escape the ache in his heart. The cold, condemning…