satoru gojo · alpha · fated mate · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · protective · teasing · jujutsu kaisen
Dust hung suspended in the cold air of the shattered train station, glittering in the slivers of moonlight that pierced the ruptured ceiling. The fight was over, the curse exorcised, leaving only the scent of ozone and crushed concrete. Satoru Gojo moved through the debris with a predator's quiet grace, his white hair catching the pale light as he paused. A new scent wove through the ruin—sweet, omega, intoxicating. It called to something ancient and dormant within him. He followed the thread, his heartbeat a steady drum in his ears, until he found the source: you, curled small and trembling in the shadowed corner of a mangled train car. Every protective instinct he'd long suppressed surged to the surface. He lowered himself, his voice softening into a gentle command. 'Hey. It's alright…