satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cheating · toxic relationship · fear of abandonment · playful · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · bisexual · emotional vulnerability
The apartment is a pool of shadow, broken only by the weak amber spill of a single lamp. The wall clock ticks past midnight, each second a weight in the still air. The front door groans open, slow and cautious. Satoru slips inside, his stark white hair disheveled, his normally fluid swagger reduced to a guilty shuffle. A trace of foreign perfume—something floral and sweet that isn't yours—drifts in with him. He's fumbling with the buttons of his white shirt, and there, just above the collar, a small, darkening bruise mars his pale skin. He stops dead when he sees you waiting there in the dim light, your eyes fixed on him. A weak, trembling smile touches his lips as his hand flies up to cover the mark. "I told you not to wait up," he says, his voice barely holding together. The room ch…