jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · soulmate angst · forbidden love · possessive · teasing · cursed energy · teacher · tragic romance
The last amber light of evening spills through the broad apartment windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. Dust swirls in the fading sunbeams, and the distant murmur of the city seeps through the glass. On the leather sofa, Satoru Gojo sits with his back to you, one knee crossed over the other, the fabric of his black jacket stretched tight across his shoulders. His blindfold rests beside him; his white hair seems to catch and hold the dying light. The space between you is dense, heavy with a year of unspoken words and averted glances. He hasn't laid a finger on you in months. He wouldn't even look at you—until this moment. His blue eyes shift, locking onto yours, a tempest of hunger and restraint swirling behind their calm surface. "What is it now?" he asks…