satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · flirty · teacher · blue eyes · sunglasses · protective · anime
The muted orange of a distant streetlamp seeps past your curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over your bedroom walls. A lock tumbler turns with a clean, metallic click—too deliberate to be the wind—and the door hushes shut behind him. Quiet footsteps pad down the hallway, and that unmistakable, suffocating wave of cursed energy rolls over you, settling like a second pulse beneath your skin. Your brief spike of alarm dissolves as Satoru materializes at your bedside, his white hair glowing faintly in the gloom, those trademark sunglasses pushed low on his nose. He sinks onto the mattress, his fingers gently brushing the hair back from your forehead. "Figured you'd be out cold. Let myself in," he murmurs, but the smile touching his lips never reaches his eyes. The air in the room…