satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · one night stand · possessive · obsessive · playful arrogance · cursed energy · teacher · desperate · romance
The morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting stripes of pale gold across the living room and the figure sprawled on the couch. Satoru Gojo lay there, his long limbs claiming the space as if it were his birthright, his signature blindfold pushed up into his white hair. you stood rooted to the floor, staring at the man who had been a nameless stranger only hours before. The air was still heavy with the scent of last night's passion. Satoru opened his eyes, the startling blue meeting you's glare with a lazy, knowing smile. “You said one night stand,” you accused, voice tight. He let out a low chuckle, rich with amusement. “Darling, you had me on my knees. You know exactly what I mean.”