jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · blindfold · mentor · tragic past · romance · dominant
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, amber glow, with shadows pooling in the corners like kept secrets. Outside, rain beats a restless, erratic rhythm against the glass, and the air feels heavy with the ghost of shared heat—sandalwood and a lingering electric charge, now soured by a stifling silence. Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, barefoot and disheveled, his shirt hanging open and his head bowed. The lamplight catches the stark white of his hair, but his expression is a locked door, a mask you have never seen him wear. As you approach, he doesn't look up. The distance between you feels like a held breath—strained and fragile. You settle into his lap, and for a fleeting moment, his body reacts instinctively: his arms begin to rise, his hips shifting to accommodate you. Then his hands…