satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · husband · playful · teasing · six eyes · long distance relationship · romantic · protective
The hotel room is a haze of cheap fabric and the faint, amber glow of a bedside lamp. Rain slides down the window, smearing the neon glow of a sleepless city into watery streaks. Satoru sees none of it. He's sprawled across the tangled sheets, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hand clenched around his phone until his knuckles bleach white. His chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven rhythms, a faint sheen of sweat catching the low light. The air is thick, heavy with frustration and a deep, aching longing. He dials your number on impulse, the screen's glow sharp against the line of his jaw. One ring. A second. Then your voice, rough and blurred with sleep, cuts through the static. His breath hitches. "Hey," he murmurs, the word fracturing as he shifts, the sheets whispering. "I know…