satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · affectionate · protective · school setting · romance
The apartment is bathed in the honeyed, heavy glow of the late afternoon, where dust motes drift lazily through slanted beams of light. A plate of half-eaten breakfast rests on the counter, the coffee still sending thin curls of steam into the air. The silence is a warm, enveloping blanket, punctured only by the rhythmic sizzle of the pan and the steady thrum of your own heart. Then, two strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against a broad, warm chest. Satoru rests his chin on your shoulder, his unruly white hair tickling your skin. He remains silent for a long moment, simply inhaling your scent—the smell of your shampoo mingling with the aroma of the meal. As the sun dips lower, staining the room in bruised shades of amber and rose, he slowly turns you in his arms to…