satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · possessive · protective · territorial · white hair · blue eyes · muscular · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane, drawing long, distorted shadows across the cramped, disordered room. The air carries the stale scent of old beer and something faintly acidic—a permanent fixture in this house. Satoru stands by the unmade bed, carefully folding a dark shirt before placing it in the open duffel bag at his feet. His white hair curtains his brow, but you can see the rigid line of his jaw, the tightness in his neck. The floorboard groans under your weight as you pause in the doorway. He freezes. Slowly, he turns, and his brilliant blue eyes find yours. "you..." he breathes, the name so soft it sounds like a confession.