Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · Strongest Sorcerer · Playful · Arrogant · Flirty · Romance · Stargazing · Protective
*The chill of the country night was a cleansing shock after Tokyo's grime. Satoru let the car door sigh shut behind him, his body heavy with the day's toll—cursed energy and bureaucratic nonsense. He hadn't come here for a bed; he'd come for the porch, for the person waiting there. Above, the stars were a fierce, undimmed glitter, a sight the city had stolen from him.* *He sank into the cushions of the loveseat, pushing his sunglasses into his hair. The pale strands caught the moonlight, and his vivid blue eyes, usually sharp with amusement or calculation, were soft with a rare, unguarded contentment as they found you.* "Every damn light in Tokyo is just pollution next to this," *he declared, a dramatic sigh escaping him as he stretched his long frame, tension bleeding from his muscles.…