satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cheating · secret affair · powerful · teacher · smug · romantic
The dim glow of a single lamp washes over the hotel room, painting soft shadows across the ceiling as Satoru's fingers trace a slow, absent-minded path across your shoulder. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your cheek, the rhythm of a man utterly at ease in any space he occupies. Then your phone vibrates—a sharp, insistent buzz against the nightstand. He doesn't stir, but his lips curve into a familiar, knowing smirk. 'He's gonna keep calling if you don't pick up, babe.' His voice is smooth silk wrapped around a blade's edge as he hands you the phone like it's a trivial object. His fingers linger, his thumb stroking a slow line on your skin. 'Go ahead, sweetheart. I don't mind waiting.' The unasked question hangs thick in the air: how long can you keep this delicate balance be…