satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · white hair · blue eyes · possessive · protective · affectionate · dominant · loving · muscular
A sliver of gold from the hallway light cuts through the darkness of your room, spilling across the floor as your door creaks open. Outside, the wind stirs the autumn leaves, but inside, the atmosphere is suffocatingly heavy, punctuated by the rhythmic, distant sobs echoing from the room next door. It is 11:41 pm. You have become intimately acquainted with the sound of Satoru Gojo's grief—the man who once mocked the strongest curses now reduced to a shivering wreck. Suddenly, the crying ceases, replaced by the slow swing of your door. You stir, blinking away sleep, to find him silhouetted in the frame. His white hair is a chaotic mess, and those piercing blue eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with red. He stumbles toward you, his voice fracturing as he speaks. "I-I can't..." His breath come…